The first and only one to speak up, as it were, was the girl Magnolia, his niece, who more than once had given him quite a bit of trouble during upsetting duties. A yearling now, she had grown quite into herself. She spoke directly when commanded, chin up, yet her gaze swept away before that which outranked her. Whether or not there were a dozen warriors, Joxer had been the one who had not only held the two Einvald daughters captive, he also had nearly slain their mother.

Ezra's nod to the girl is curt as she takes her leave, ready to help the healer with her wares. Abaddon, as deadly silent as ever, following swiftly thereafter with no further explanation on the manner. The warrior and sister Snuh was quiet as silent tears ran down her face where failure ran deep.

Saga's choked, whispered words caused Ezra's ears to turn back, so that he might hear them, as hard judgement still pressed to the remained of the group, only broken as Eldritch came with her medicines and the help of her current pack mules. Ezra takes a number of long strides away so that she might work diligently and freely. Red-raged eyes turning sharp to his uncle the moment the Einvald directs him.

It will be done, Einvald. His body straightens and nod given to his uncle. I will seek the Hersir. And so he swiftly made his way.