Varian's expression remains worried. He might not know Illarion well, but he's a compassionate soul. He doesn't like to see people suffer- especially if he can ever do anything to help with that. Still, Illarion assures him and he's okay, and Varian doesn't push. Not yet, anyway. He'll save that for another time- with familiarity comes obnoxious pestering in Varian's case.

"Well, if you're sure. C'mon, let's get going."

He sure noticed the failed attempt there, chewing on his lip a little.

"Looks kinda heavy, you need help carrying it?"

That would be more convincing if he was a tiny noodle-armed thing but there you go.