William jumped off his horse briskly, running up to the woman who had fallen off her horse. Tika was floundering comically in the mud, cursing at the top of her voice and waving her arms in all directions so that she almost smacked William in the face, who came to her aid. Deftly grabbing her under the arms, which turned out to be not the easiest task, the man jerked her up, allowing her to finally take an upright position and taking a delicate step back so as not to touch her again. He would never have allowed himself to be dusted off by a lady: Callegormus might look like a homeless man who had joined a band of rebels and fit in perfectly with their contingent, since the vast majority of them were rootless people from the common people, but he still hadn't forgotten what manners he had been instilled in his ancestral castle, until His family hasn't been overthrown yet. When they put Robert on his rightful throne, they would finally appreciate William's role in the war of resistance.

– How are you, Blackwater? Are you hurt?