Tristen watched as Hoth pulled up the fabric to see a metal prosthetic leg. It surprised him to see it, widened eyes of shock and then looking up to see Cora cover her face like she was embarrassed. But the moved some fingers to look at Hoth and nods. "It does." She squeaked. 

Tristen does the only thing he can do and looks away toward Set. 

Marik stops before passing Dartz, seeing his curled form. Looking back to his futon, he grabs the blanket and puts it over Dartz before walking back toward the kitchen.