[ An unsettling silence falls on the small group, though none are so unsettled as Gildor. His heart was just beginning to ease its pounding, and now he's somehow been branded as indestructible by a nest-mate who can't seem to handle criticism.

He has to think and act quickly to dispel that notion - and remember the role he now plays. ]

Oh my dear, even I would never assume to have the Devine eye so closely on me as to consider myself impervious to disaster. However, I do believe the Creator is always looking out for us, and it was by their hand I was spared by yours.

[ It seems like more scolding. He approaches, parting the crowd with a slow swipe with his staff, and stops and in before the accusing and sharp point of her spear. ]

And now that I know it, that ferocious hand is why I'll be betting on you to win in the competition today.

[ He extends a gloved hand towards her, trying his best to keep the shakes from overtaking him again as he reaches both physically and mentally. ]

(I try to blend the truth in every lie we are forced to tell them.) [ And the truth is plain in his thoughts - that he meant what he said about betting on her to win because of what happened. ]

(Please, come away from here with me.)