Alistar echoes the question with his face: a puzzled, disappointed frown and brow furrow, looking Cade from head to toe in case he's—something. Possessed. That wouldn't actually be better. Finding nothing, and reasonably certain that Nerva isn't going to murder all three of them, he shakes his head a little as if to dislodge a thought and turns his back on both Templars to crouch facing Beleth.

"No one's killing anyone," he says, an elbow on his bent knee and his hand opened toward her in case she wants to get up out of the snow. He wouldn't particularly blame her if not.