Rhys felt a fixed pang of remorse for her circumstance that wouldn't lighten up. He could sense her will smoldering into ashes of its former verve and wished he had more he could say that would genuinely cheer her up. If she was going to lose optimism, why, he would summon his back. Losing hope never helped anyone.

"But worry not! I'll take care of you to the best of my ability. By the end of the day, we'll see if you're in fit enough shape."