*strides over to the door and wrenches it open, hustling you inside and closing it again quickly*
*curls a protective arm around you and sounds perfectly, startlingly coherent (even if the worries themselves are ancient and mistaken and misplaced, to be sure)* I would do anything to keep you safe. You know I would. But this war is only just begun and you do not belong here, dearest. *gives you a smile that is in no part reassuring, only frightened, haunted* It is lucky for me that I am the king's son for I am the weakest soldier by far.