[Thankfully, Dist's concern for Ion's safety and well-being overrides his observational skills, and his eyes aren't exactly directed toward the boy(girl?)'s chest. Instead, Dist concerns himself with overseeing Ion's health as per usual. Shivering, pale, cold...]

I see. ...You didn't have any assistance? At all? [His frown deepens, and Dist moves to drape a throw blanket over Ion, for him to keep warm and be comfortable.] Nothing else happened, did it? I'd like you to rest first and foremost, but if there's something necessary to tell me, Fon master, I do think it's prudent and beneficial to you to be honest with me.

[Meaning? Don't lie. Dist will not tolerate lies about your health, little friend.]