She felt an ache in her chest grow-- some part of her had hoped that he would be more sure than she was, yet in reality that would be foolish. She didn't think of Gareth was a fool, perhaps he did things she didn't understand at times, but never a fool. Her stomach twisted as she pulled another few strands on her braids, pieces of it fluffed out here or there. Clearly, she had been pulling at it for a while.

"What do we do?" Her voice grew tight, but she forced herself to calm down, letting out a long slow breath. "I think even if I told them to leave, they wouldn't. Everyone is rushing into battle for revenge; but sometimes revenge is not worth it." She twisted a strand hard on her fingers, tugging at it.

"I could not even best my elder brother's in play, I do not know how we will fare against such a beast."