[Ah, just what he expected of Argenti. That brightness is almost too much to bear, but there's a reason why he sought out the Knight of Beauty, so Fray steels himself against it.]

A sparring session of mine went... poorly. Very poorly.

[He brings up a clawed gauntlet to gesture to the front of his armor - you can easily see that it's been cut into with a sharp blade, and that the fabric underneath is stained even darker than the rest of his attire.]

I cannot tend to the injury alone, so I seek your help. You still have the supplies we gathered, I trust?

[Fray still has some but going to his room to get them seems... ill-advised in his condition.]