"No, that is one respect in which you seem to have yourself well in hand, Messere." He chuckles and lightly nudges him with his pauldron. He lets out a longer breath and settles back into a normal gait.

"I'm glad of it. The others see you speaking up, and at least a few of them are getting bolder. It may be a few years before they truly accept I'm no Meredith." He's not sure which is more depressing, the thought that he may have those few years to wait out here or that he might not. Not that he's eager to put an end to things or would step stoically into the fire without protest, but ultimately, he'd understand it. He has known for a long time what he actually signed up for when he took those vows, even if he didn't at the time.

"I have faith that they will in time, and you'll help them come to it." He nods once, a firm bob of chin. They exit the main corridor and start down the steps leading into the wide entrance from the portcullis. He turns them toward the wider stairs up.