"We don't know what happened here," Erwan bit out, a little harsher than he meant. He breathed deep, regaining his calm persona again. "We only know what Chance has told us and what we have seen with our own eyes. And that is the truth that we will tell. Did we see this village burn? Did the full story truly unfold before us...?" he trailed off, almost musing to himself with a sigh. But then, he couldn't say for certain what would happen after this. He believed in his own particular brand of order and honor more than anything else though and he expected nothing less from the guard he so adored. In his own eyes, they had little to fear. However, he had more faith to rest on than Hayden. The boy looked scared and Erwan lacked any words to sooth them except the words of a leader.

Sighing again, he rested a hand on the younger man's shoulder, squeezing slightly. It was not a gesture lacking in comfort, but also formal in a way. The comfort of comrades rather than friends. After a second, Erwan turned his gaze away. "You just need some space to breathe. I should probably go find Chance..."