"The dragonglass." He says it flatly, then with a long sigh. He was diverted from that by his summoning here. "Gods willing, I can get it someday."

Then he looks at her more directly. "Aye. Wights go down with a sword, but only Valyrian steel. Here, it was wards, mostly. They did not wish us to mangle the corpses... understandable, I suppose. How are you doing with the magic?"