[Młynar can’t help but look over to Ethlyn with a sense of admiration. How many lives back on Terra could have been saved, had there been more people like her? Countless tragic moments raced through his mind, and a smile flickered across his face as he watched the staff’s dim glow spread across the victim’s body.]

I assure you, I’m… [The knight pauses as he speaks, sizing Ethlyn up. If she’s so magical, she must know if he’s lying about such things, right? With that realization he visibly deflates and sits back on the ground, simply watching the healer at work.] …going to take your advice on the matter.

[He isn’t the grumbling type, but Młynar absolutely does brood in the moment, cursing his inability to be of greater assistance.]

You seem used to giving these kinds of orders. Were your comrades from your world similarly eager to throw themselves into the fray?