[ Cid's expression softens. It says something that he doesn't try to disagree with her; not now, not when it's the last they'll see of each other.

He takes a breath, to fortify himself as much as anything. ] I am, aye. I can't go back... and if there's even a chance that all of this could bring harm to my world — to my daughter — it's not one I'm willing to take.

[ She'll understand, he knows. Better than anyone. ]

And speaking of taking chances... what's that you've done to your arm?