She was worried about the unknown dangers and heartbroken for the fate of the civilians in Ximu Town. But there was another feeling... a complex sensation she couldn't quite grasp, watching the man before her once again plunge headfirst into peril without a moment's hesitation.
Her mind flashed back to Silent Pass, to the blade of light that had descended from the heavens and shattered their despair. She recalled his simple gesture outside the refugee camp, handing out Gold Coins as he crushed the gravel underfoot. Most of all, she remembered his words in this very courtyard just hours ago—words that had stripped away all pretense to reveal the brutal truth.
The thoughts compelled her to blurt out, "Please... please be careful, Sir." The moment the words left her lips, she felt they were far too hollow. She added in a low whisper, more to herself than to him, "Oriane above... May the sacred light protect your path, cleanse all that is foul, and grant you... a safe return."
