"No, I'm good. That's why I'm out here, actually. To help," Jaime said, looking Eilonwy and the state of her dress over. His mouth twisted into a smile, tempered into something smaller than it may ordinarily be by the wreckage that surrounded them. "I'm a Transport too."

He took a moment to look around them, the air eerily still after they had become so accustomed to the boom of bombs overhead for what had seemed like ages. "Hard to figure out where exactly to start."