You walk over to him. "Ike?" "Yes, what–" he looks at you, taking in your war like appearance with your pegasus next to you. "What's going on? Why are you dressed like that?"

"I thought to join you on the battle lines–" He cuts you off, "Is that a pegasus? Where did you get that?" You shift awkwardly. "He was my great grandmother's, I'm a bit nervous riding him, but I'm going to try."

"I appreciate your desire,but your retainers will never allow it." "As for that.." Ike sighs. "Did you agree to this, Geoffrey?" He shakes his head. "No, personally, I'm against it, but, she's the princess, and it is her wish. I can do nothing."

"I don't expect to fight as well as the rest of you. But..I can use a staff to heal the wounded. If I could save people, it would mean so much." You smile at him slightly. His gaze is unreadable.

"It's not something I can allow or disallow. She's my employer. If that is what she wishes, all I can do is comply." He exhales. "Be careful, will you?"