He rushed to her, stumbling from the shock or maybe the poor vision or both, and fell to his knees (the sword in its hilt clatters), weeping. The action was enough to shake loose that curling hair and reveal a scar where his left eye ought to be...

It was hard to make anything out other than a pitiful 'Merci, Mademoiselle!!!' but he's deeply grateful to have someone he could speak with!