[Gallagher]

He stared at the battered knight, his mouth open in disbelief. Even in such a god awful state, she worried for her shield of all things? Kier shifted his weight, his eyes flicking from her to the grounds and back, then nodded. "A-aye," he cleared his throat, "aye, of course, Miss Amélie." Without thinking on it further, he gestured for her to stay while he moved past her.

Already, it seemed, two were preparing for their own turn. Unbothered by the damage one of their own had taken. Except... That was the same knight being tended to, wasn't it? There was no reason for her to be fighting again so soon. Not that she looked as if she'd been so much as bruised.