"Halone willing," Aymeric returned, his voice strained - not just from pain, but from the frustration of watching his comrades fight when he could not. His next words were addressed to the party, though he looked to Night Sky: "Pray forgive me for slowing you down."

Even though she wasn't a front line fighter as he and Estinien were, she could still hold her own - and should be, were she not so concerned with his well-being.

And the more Aymeric observed Estinien, the more concern he felt for his well being. All the years spent fighting and training together made Aymeric aware of all the tells of battle wearing on his friend.

"Have care...even if the end is in sight, we mustn't become careless. You least of all, Estinien..."