"Unless you'd rather not give them time to sharpen their swords."

He makes a sound of agreement that's almost a chuckle, but not quite. A shade too grim. "Best not," he says instead, and lets the rest of what she says settle over him, considering it. Would it have been worse to be a part of that mess? It's hard to say.

Hoisting the pack up again, he starts to step away. "I'll find them. Thank you," he adds; can't forget his manners just because he hasn't gotten a decent night's rest in an age.