"Good." Now it is Francis who laughs, low and rather sharp. "For I fear my own nerves could use the steadying, and I have to confess that I would as soon not walk alone." Indeed, now that the adrenaline is fading, he is clearly pale beneath his tan, and a little shaky. He is not afraid of blood, nor even of death, but the violence of this encounter is something he is ill-used to, and was not entirely prepared for.