"It's alright, my dear," Hinden wrapped one of his massive arms about her. "I got myself into the fight on purpose. The more people Marcellus has to deal with, the less damage he can cause. None of it is your fault." He nuzzled her cheek gently.
Brammond stepped in, and Hinden lifted his head in surprise. "Endgren- or Hinden, I should say. You've no idea how good it is to see you again, my brother." Brammond stepped up to place a gentle hand on Hinden's snout. Brothers in arms from years past, just line Amelia's father had been with them.
"And you, Brammond. I'm glad you're here, but I must beg your pardon, I'm terribly exhausted. I'll be fit to go on after a couple days."
"Take your time, friend. The lady's about to take charge, and a war will surely follow. You have time, though, and we'll find a way to fix those wings."
"Thank you. You, Amelia, and Rogal." Hinden settled down to get some rest, and they let him be.