[Lysithea, of course, would never in a thousand years consider asking him to support her on a mission that entails immediate danger. Primarily, it would be selfish, though a part of her recognizes that her pride precludes her from admitting that her magic is not up to the task. Break's usefulness in battle has not been a part of the equation. His inner cogitations are thus hidden from her - as she watches from a corner of her eye, she expects that his thunderclouds are simply due to his concern for her wellbeing.

When he agrees, there is a faint sight and a sensation as of a release of pressure in the air around them.]

Thank you, Xerxes. Truly - I appreciate this more than you know.

It's nice to know I have somebody to rely on.

[She smiles. Baltus receives a nose boop. The spatula is placed back on the counter and in an uncharacteristic display of physical attention, Lysithea will reach for Break's hand.]

...It will be fine. No matter what happens. I promise. The town must be kept safe, and so we shall all do what is necessary.

Mako can fix the paperwork later, anyway.