"You're," he starts, but there's no way to finish that with anything that won't end in some argument, and instead Darras looks at the floor as they walk, sinking back toward some vaguely unsettled mood, one he doesn't have a word for.

"Impossible," he finishes, after a moment. He doesn't mean it as an insult. He doesn't know how he means it. They're just inside the tower room, still, with the rest of the Gallows on the other side of the door. The moonlight is the brightest illumination they've got. Darras looks at Yseult in it, searching her face.

"Go on," he says, after another short delay. "I'll be all right."