"Yes, I'd rather it didn't," he replies dryly. "I'd like to live to see a new and gracious Lord in Leyndell."

Was that brash of him to say out loud? Of course. And entirely deniable. "I can tell you more, of course. But you may not wish to tarry long. The wind and rain cuts down from Stormveil at night." He didn't have to worry overmuch. As soon as she was gone, he'd return to the seat of the new dynasty. But he'd rather not arrive wet all the same.