Millicent stood, facing Isolde and offering a warm hug, ribs tender but feeling better with them wrapped. She smiled, pulling back slightly, her hands cupping Isolde's face gently, tone soft, "I'll wear the dress....and once this is over, we can go to the Tavern, and I'll be ready, hm?"<br/><br/>Mill's positivity, she tried to keep, knowing what they were about to face, and well aware the bloodshed to be had would be tremendous. Millicent, would do all she could, to save as many as she could, and again hugs Isolde, whispering now, "they rely on you as much as the swords they yield, do you have everything needed to heal? Is there anything I can get while we wait to help you?"<br/><br/>She tries to keep her voice low yet audible above the chaos, and notices now the man Isolde had smiled at before tending to her ribs; Millicent had not met him, and immediately felt nothing dark about his precense. "Who is the man, do you know him?"<br/><br/>This man stood near Jarvan, Kell, Turbertus, Solas and many other preparing for battle.<br/><br/>Millicent's head tilts towards the group, waiting as to what Isolde needs for her to gather, and of the other man. Her eyes catch Solas' as he is lost in thought, and she sends to him a direct thought,<span style="font-style: italic"> 'the army is approaching quickly, I sense that as do you. We need to speak when time is allowable, I refuse to see these people fall if we can help them. There is only so much I can do without your help.'</span>