Gwyndolin resists a groan but the man has a point. Staying there might just end up killing him and what good would that be for anyone? His own pride resisted the thought as well, not wanting to give Varré the chance to be too smug.

"Very well." Comes a sigh, looking out to the grace and taking a breath. Suddenly, he wished he'd had skill with miracles, anything to make this short trek more bearable.

Although one step forward had the world tilting and he instinctively reached out to grab something, anything, for balance. And it happened to be Varré.