The glow of the runes shines off of Karlach's eyes as she opens them again, feeling the magic fade away from her skin. It leaves it tingling, not quite pleasant. Not quite bad either. She watches him with wide eyes, shoulders hunched, hands going white-knuckled as they grip together.

She expects something far, far more severe than what comes out Captain Rowntree's mouth.

"Yes," she says immediately. "Yeah, I do. I can do that."

Her voice falters partway through, and she takes a deep breath, thick with tears and fragile hope, a gossamer holding back a torrent of fear.

"That's it?" she asks. "That's all you want?"