[Dist narrows his eyes after Ion makes his request, but doesn't say anything more than a grumbling of "very well". If the boy really didn't wish to speak of it, he can't force him to, and really doesn't want to anyway. Even so...he can't help but be concerned. Hopefully nothing is too wrong with Ion that would warrant any immediate medical assistance. He truly did just look cold and tired, so...

Dist returns after a minute or two with another blanket, and drapes it over Ion carefully and quietly. After that, though, he makes to leave.]

If you're comfortable, I'll leave you to rest now, Ion. If you require anything at all, you need but ask. Rest well.