Micah laid his sister down carefully. His gaze was only on her throughout the conversation but he listened closely. With a nod and a sigh, Micah looked up at the fairy princess with a fiery determination. "We head out immediately. Everyone pack weapons and rations and whatever else you need. Move out." He regained his composure and straightened himself. Micah stood tall, one hand firmly on the hilt of his sword; the other hung at his side, squeezed tightly into a fist. Reluctantly the group began to scatter, following their orders.<br/>Flashing a smile at Selina, Micah attempted to reassure her. He turned to prepare for the journey, stopping at the door to have one last look at his sister. "And... I'm sorry, Princess", he said solemnly. "Promise me you'll look after her until I get back?"