[The pink on his cheeks somehow managed to travel back to his ears, burning hot as Robyn takes his hand. He squeezes it back, shaking his head ever so slightly as if in disbelief. Did he really have to have feelings like this, the night before what may be the most important battle of his life? The one that might end it? And worse, may end Robyn's, leaving Alistair alone... making the loss of a loved one during battle an unfortunate trend in his life. ]

I know-- I... care about you too. And I am thankful. You won't get rid of me so easily... although I suppose you could soak me in lye with the rest of your linens.