( It's an interesting moment, to see her claim the one thing no one else has in his hearing, or to his knowledge. That a place taken at one point is forever restless at its base, that things done for good reasons can come down to paybacks down the line. There's nothing about it meant to be fair; it's simply what it is.

He inclines his head toward her. )

I won't be buried here, stranger. Have faith in that too. And if there's ought what you ask me to do before I take my leave, simply speak.

( A small smile, the slow blink of eyes shuttering over one truth to accept it as it is. She at least faces things with clarity. It's more than he knows that a number of her paladin companions do. He begrudges neither. Admires her for it, to an extent. )

Bear your duty as beautifully and proudly as your people have lived. May they then find the strength for that beauty in what place becomes theirs next.

( Not hers, unless she survives. But she's more than adult. It will always be her choice. )