Demon attacks are rare.
Of course, a single traveler or a small group of them is so fantastically unsafe from such that no one in their right mind would do that in the first place, but large caravans are usually perfectly safe.
"...I want to save Nerine, at least. She's--the one who likes it. The rest are...I want to, they're--more my fault than anyone else who gets hurt because--but I don't actually think it's a good idea to make that tradeoff."
"Thanks. I could probably do it on my own without, uh, setting my life on fire, but that's not a very high bar to clear."
He chuckles softly. His smile fades after a moment, though. He looks away.
"I should have listened to you," he says softly.
"What's done is done," he says. "It's all right. We'll do what we can for them."
He thinks for a moment, then says, "I think I should bring Izaneth and Kemar."
"I'm not surprised," he says. "...Have they...listened to you more, on the subject?"
"Yeah. And - well, they're both good to have around just in case things get... troublesome. And Izaneth being Izaneth, he'll remodel all the rooms to be more comfortable - he'd do it even if he didn't care about the captives, he just finds that sort of thing aesthetically offensive."
"She's...crazy forgiving. And amazingly masochistic. And she's got a great sense of humor.'
"How soon is convenient? She's not in a hurry to be rescued and not likely to die anytime soon."
Shrug. "A day or two? Kemar's between classes, so we're not held up on that."
So important.
He stands there hugging his friend for a good long while, but eventually breaks away and says, "I should probably go home, while I'm here."