Adasse swallowed, hard, but he lifted his chin a little and set his gaze determinedly on Sorrel's. Squeezing his hand again, before making himself stand all the way up. "This needs to end. I'll be fine on my own."

He looks at Sorrel, searching his face, and seeing Sorrel so unafraid made him feel ... more settled, more in his own skin once more. Sorrel would take care of it, because Sorrel was a Maker's be damned magical genius.

"What can I do to help? Besides get out of your way."