Adasse grimaced then, because he couldn't - he could not imagine living like this all the damned time. He'd go mad. Yet here was Sorrel, strong as steel, wrapped in the softest silk, with soft lips and soft eyes and he handled it every night. He cupped Sorrel's cheek them, a little smile still lingering, "Can't ever imagine being that brave, love. Not like you."

He straightens a little at that, his brown eyes narrowing a little as his mouth presses together, looking around them. He can hear them - screams from courtyards and rooms, all over the Gallows. Adasse squares his shoulder, lifts his chin.

"I can. I will. I'll do what I can to help while you're saving us all, ma vhenan.."

A pause, and those dark eyes search green ones, "Sorrel, be careful. Come back to me."