Oh...
[ His ears seem to droop a little - his hold growing tighter, as he heard those words - trying to stop his lips from quirking into a frown.

Perhaps he can try and change the subject, even as he feels himself hold her so softly, holding back his trembles. His sorrow at causing this pain. ]

Was the war not ended before, when you and Estinien slayed Nidhogg? I knew work was to be done, with those actions of the Archbishop and his Ward.