He cares for her so very deeply, she realises, and it softens in her something quiet and old in her. Something young rather than bitter and tasteless. He cares for her to his own death. She meets it evenly, gaze upon his. Meeting it equal. Nods, to say that she will, nods to say that she understands what that feels like.

"I am but your right arm." It's an oath, it's nothing like that at all. "What I know, so shall you."