It's taking so, so much for him to not choke, or throw up, or something. It's hard enough to even stand. Focus. Focus. This won't be his only shot, but he just needs to make sure that she isn't the one caught in the middle.

"Then let's go get him," he says, trying so very hard not to think about too lates. He straightens. He'd still clutch little Cassandra to his chest if he could, but her hand--he won't let go of her hand.

He pauses at the door. Listens close for footsteps, bless this gift of Cordis today that he can tell exactly how far away they are, and hurries through the way. Please grant them safe passage, please let Addisleigh be okay, the barracks somehow intact, please...