Hythlodaeus feels his heart sink. Not that he's not certain in his companions' ability to protect themselves (and him for that matter), but he can't help feeling worried that they might get hurt. It's not a pleasant thought.

He backs away too, trying to stay somewhere behind Irhya - but at least far enough to avoid getting in the way of her sword. He raises a hand, his familiar perking up.

"We could give you some light."