[ She's decisive, if nothing else. It's a product of her circumstances. Hesitation often resulted in a worse outcome than the 'wrong' choice; something's better than nothing at all. Between fight or flight, fighting at least gave them a chance to do something about the situation. ( She's never been good about giving up. )

So — it leaves them here. They meet eyes, and Lucina sees an expression on Amos' face that she's seen countless times: grim, but determined. If he's frightened, he doesn't show it, and she's not sure what to do with the sudden spike of relief that follows ( she'll have his back, and he'll have her's ). He's not her soldier, and it would be a stretch to call him a comrade. An ally, perhaps, until they can get to the bottom of it. It's gotten far more complicated than just a scream in the night, but at least she's not alone.

She exhales, and gives a faint smile back. Lucina can only hope it's reassuring. There's another beat before she looks back down at the note. ]

I'm inclined to agree, though it's hard to say exactly what ... all of this is. [ Quietly. If all of this ends and they end up worse than they started, in over their heads — she'd feel guilty about dragging him into it. But for now— ] I suppose we won't know by standing here. Shall we?