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He chuckled at her intonation of the Twelve, his tail flicking good naturedly as he replied with, "Menphina has yet to fail me." His ears flicked, then settled, as he shifted slightly on his feet, leaning absently towards her, not touching her, but just close enough that he noticed, and shifted the other way on his feet, crossing his arms as he tilted his head. "I doubt they attacked unprovoked, more likely defended. There was no general call to arms at least... I just wonder where was attacked."
He rolled his shoulders, reaching up and adjusting his cap, then pulling it off, shaking his head like a dog as he let his hair fall back into place, the white tips gleaming until he pulled back on the cap, ears flicking and making it sure it rested just above them, not touching as he observed the injured, finally turning to Cyra fully, mouth open to say something...
His eyes flicked to her hands, the way they clenched, and he fell silent, watching for a moment as he let her go through...whatever she was going through. He didn't know her history, but something about this attack had made her uncomfortable, and he half wanted to reach out and touch her shoulder, comfort her, but he held back, knowing from the short time he had spent with her, it wouldn't be well received. He waited for her to calm before he spoke, his voice soft as he nodded to the door. "Come on, let's get some fresh air. We've done all we can here. And I can only imagine how exhausted you are."
He reached out, opening the door to the infirmary, opening it for her and holding it, as he gave her a soft smile.
Cyra's ear rotated toward the other Keeper who moved to stand at her side. Her careful eyes followed the direction his finger pointed her in. The way his hands shook was understandable. This job wasn't for everyone. It was messy. It was painful, and not every effort made would result in a life saved. These Adders were the lucky ones. Still, there was something the Grand Marshal hadn't told them before coming in to aid the urgently injured. It didn't sit right with her.
She let out a soft hum in acknowledgement of his statement. Observant as she would have expected a hunter to be. Yet, as he looked back at her, she felt the guilt on his words.
"Pray that the Twelve keep you safe from harm. The ones here are only lucky enough to have made it home." Her tone was even, the barest of anger peeking through as the emotion hung on her lips. "I hope the Grand Marshall understands the cost. And I hope that for his sake, this was not anything other than a defensive effort."
She couldn't stop her shaking hands from clenching at her sides, sharp nails poking at the skin but not breaking it. Cyra was not opposed to aiding the Adders in their defensive efforts if they needed more mages on the field, but she would not assist in an offensive strike. She knew the kind of destruction the Garleans were capable of. She had been part of it at some point, regretfully.