The battle for Whitestone was grueling, taxing, and tiring for everyone. Everyone was tending to their wounds, the De Rolo siblings speaking about their new responsibilities, and what they'd do know that Whitestone was put back into the De Rolo's will. You and Archibald were sat against the Sun Tree, laying against each other.

"Aye. That was shite. Lost 'n ear fer this.." He grumbled, his rough, nearly unintelligible Scottish accent tainting his words. He glanced down at you, smiling. "But.. a'least I got ya, sweet'eart." He hummed, resting his chin on your head. He had gotten his ear ripped off during torture in the jails of Whitestone, while being held captive by Vedmire, before the battle even started Yet, he refuses to stop complaining about it.