[Nevertheless, she knew it would sting to hear. Lyna can’t look him in the eye unless he looks back, and under the cowl it’s hard to say. But she tries.]

Thank you, my lord. [It was never in question. It was a request for some small comfort, the only sort Lyna’s character will let her accept. If they are together in this, she can walk upon it, let it bridge her way back to getting to work. Let it bolster her as they offer what comforts they can to their wounded and mourn and bury their dead. That, at least, should be well readable on her face.] Your people shall not falter nor fail your faith in us. We will recover and carry on as you have taught us.

[Still. She owes him some explanation for even making him think she doubted him.]

Strong though we are, the insult Eulmore throws on top of our injuries is...hard to bear. I would have your words to give them more hope than they can manage alone. [She doesn’t have it in her to smile or anything near to it, but her words are warm and so is the look on her face.] We are with you. I heard concern in the streets but only with conviction beside it.