Pyr/Alecta/Cy
Cy eyed him warily, assessing the boy in a few rapidfire judgment calls -- she'd seen plenty of fighters come through the clinic, and he didn't look like any of them. He must be too young for any first-level classes. All of her instincts screamed to say no, and she could tell that the other woman was reluctant too.
But watching Pyr and that jut to his chin, standing there in front of them, she also recognised something else in him: stubbornness. If he was looking for his twin, he wouldn't stop just because two complete strangers told him to. And if a mere squire went off into this chaos alone and died, it'd be on her conscience far more than if they'd just let him tag along, where they could help keep him safe...
It was a motley party, but: "He has a point," Cy said to Alecta. "We can keep him alive, and I doubt he'll just up and go home just because we asked nicely." Even as she spoke, she started weaving Vigilance on herself -- she couldn't afford to miss the sudden appearance of another iron crab like the one that had just attacked Alecta.