A few years ago, he may have very well stomped off into the woods to leave her there. It had taken a lot of learning to get comfortable leaning on others for help. Eventually, he manages to shake off the wretched disgust he had with himself, as well as the fear. He doesn't turn around, but his voice is more even.

"Never got that reaction before when the witch did her spell. Guess you really pissed it off."

She wasn't afraid. Not at all. This surprises him.

"I can't say what'll happen when the armor's woken up. You sure you want to do this?"