Courser’s rear legs gave out and he collapsed onto his rump into the snow. “She…” he whispered. “I was… almost…” He blinked a few times. His eyes were wet. Then he took a deep breath and stood up again. “Remember this spot,” he said flatly. “We’ll need to retrieve Anvil’s armor later. I am-” His breath hitched. “As her second, I am taking command.”