[Cor's tone is wise, even kind, and it has Ravus gritting his teeth biting back scathing words. He has no need of any man's pity.]

You can save your platitudes, Cor the Immortal. You make a better warrior than a counselor.

[He stalks to the door without turning, but pauses in the door frame to repeat his request.]

That cat. See that it is taken care of. I think...it would have made my sister smile.