James nodded his head at Kas, "That would be best - and yes, Anders. Let us be off."

A nod to Araceli, a twisted little smile. He's not entirely sure how grateful they were for his help, but here he was. His blade is out, and he knows he needs none of his abilities here. However, he does take a moment to close his eyes and pray quietly under his breath, looking for the Maker's strength.