"Much the same as you, I'm afraid," she said. She wasn't too winded by the fighting, too concerned with the idea that they might perhaps encounter someone else they knew. A good glance around at the bodies said otherwise, thankfully. She stepped over them and moved to rejoin him. "Let's just keep moving." Had he not been a Warden, she might have felt guilt at pushing him to keep going, especially with a friend gone. But she was certain he had seen worse and it was clear that he didn't want to linger on Fiona's death.

She didn't bring out her second sword just yet, knowing it might be better to continue on with only one drawn. She put her hand on his shoulder briefly and squeezed as she walked, letting him go before he took it as a gesture of pity. "I wish we had more room to fight. This city isn't as open as places back home." Even a city as bustling as Amaranthine didn't have the smaller, more narrow streets Exsilium did.