Jorge
Ah, this was another one of those moments. The ones where Icidro was at a loss for words. As battered and exhausted as he was, Icidro cants his head in puzzlement, before suddenly startling; There was a time and place for theorycrafting, and it certainly wasn't now.

"... Right, let's— Let's get going. Thank you, your highness." Icidro bows his head before lifting the Key level in the air. The caballero takes a deep breath, before making the first steps onward, dredging through the snow.
Alan
"Wait, just a moment. I nearly forgot. Curaza!"

*Oswald held his keyblade at Icidro, healing energies surrounding it and then shooting at Icidro. When they hit him, he would feel all his wounds healing and his stamina being restored.*

"Can't have you about to drop in this place, Sir Icidro."
Jorge
Pausing as the wave of Grand Magic eases his pains, Icidro looks over toward Oswald with gratitude and a degree of stunned disbelief. Ultimately, he repeats, "Thank you, your highness."

As the two continue on through the mountain range, trudging through the snow, the quiet of the situation wears at Icidro more than any of the darkness could. Glancing back over toward the rabbit, the caballero pulls a face before sighing.

"... Excuse me, your highness— Do you know what the Sage-King was working on that lead him down this path?"