The look Ellis gives, the more immediate reaction, is something like apologetic. Sympathy. He is no mage, but he can imagine that it is akin to torture to be stranded in a place like this without means to contribute.
"You'll make better use of them," Ellis demurs. "I've some skill with an offhand dagger, but it's not my strength."
Marcoulf's tutelage hasn't gone to waste, but a knife is rarely the first weapon Ellis reaches for.
"And you're a better medic than I am."
A little bit of humor slanting into Ellis' tone. Glancing off the calculation Ellis is sure has been weighing on their resident mages and rifters: usefulness, in the midst of so much peril.
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The look Ellis gives, the more immediate reaction, is something like apologetic. Sympathy. He is no mage, but he can imagine that it is akin to torture to be stranded in a place like this without means to contribute.
"You'll make better use of them," Ellis demurs. "I've some skill with an offhand dagger, but it's not my strength."
Marcoulf's tutelage hasn't gone to waste, but a knife is rarely the first weapon Ellis reaches for.
"And you're a better medic than I am."
A little bit of humor slanting into Ellis' tone. Glancing off the calculation Ellis is sure has been weighing on their resident mages and rifters: usefulness, in the midst of so much peril.