Edelgard shudders involuntarily as Beowulf places his hand on her, but after a moment, she merely nods and begins to unhook her cape. "Understood." She replies. Should have known to do that; Fhirdiad wasn't so long ago, after all. This was not an experience she was eager to repeat so soon...or ever.

The door is partially blocked by debris. "If you can get us inside, I can use my Blood Magic to hunt scan for pulses." She tells him. Times like this almost made her miss having her two Crests, if only for the severe physical boost they gave her. But with them both sealed, she'll have to pace herself a great deal more. Beowulf is already injured, and it promises to be a long night ahead.