His brow furrows and he lowers his gaze for a long moment, her pain resonating deep within his own chest. They are the same, in both faith and their need for action. And there's no good answer to that question. Not even from saints or gods.

"How much of the city is gone?" he asks, quietly, allowing his gaze to meet hers again. They had only seen the initial attack from Castle Thorne, their perspective controlled by the queen. It had looked dire.