Of course. The man who had come into the castle with her had died in the battle. He'd talked to him in a hallway once. The hand that was still enveloped by Eileen's squeezed her cold hand gently and firmly.
"I'm not hurt, and I'm not going anywhere. I also was not out here to prove anything; I was here to get something. Something very important." He inhaled, then blew out a breath softly, "I don't intend to make a habit of it."
At least not for now. Not with circumstances what they were.