"Well. In all honesty, I'd gladly do it. So long as a) you get your councillor's approval," Cy started ticking off each item on her fingertips, despite the fact that Quen wouldn't be able to see the gesture. "And b) we have a fighter to soak up some damage for us. They're ideal meat tanks, and us mages—not so much. I always feel a bit better with a strong, tough lad around to cast my spells on and to draw the fire off us."