He heard the way that her footfalls didn't match up, but he didn't look back to make certain that she was alright. Elza was sure on her feet, and it would be like nothing for her to recover. It meant that she hadn't actually thought to consider the war effort at all, and he supposed that spending that long running, being alone would be the only choice. He had had freedom to make his own choices in that regard.

He stopped dead at her words, turning his head to stare at her, and his eyes searched her bearing and expression for signs of mockery. Was she simply throwing his words back into his face about her place? She did like to twist things after all, tug him along until he stumbled onto her truth, but he thought himself wiser now. He was the Guild Master though, even if he hadn't taken a formal role just yet.

He rubbed his chin with the back of his gloved hand, staring at her still before nodding his head. "Then if the decision is mine, I will research the need for the Howling Voice Guild to be involved. Until then, consider yourself free to make your own decisions. When my decision comes, it will be ironclad."