The situation was calming down and it seemed he would be spared. He did breathe a sight of relief at that, nodding to the rebels and the mercenaries. A somewhat poor looking man waved Ashton over – And the rider found the somewhat hoboish looking bloke to be more welcoming then the iron clad knight who's claws looked ready to chokehold him... Or the potentially insulting nature of the way his 'name' was said. Looking over to Claire, he shook his head. “Thank you, but no thanks. I can walk on my own.” he limped a bit, but he seemed determined not to have to rely on the knight. He hefted his lance out of the ground, using it as a walking stick of sorts as Amethyst moved slowly behind him.<br/><br/>Heading closer to Maribelle, Aurich, Cecila, and Edmund, he bowed, giving a smile. “I can take care of my own wounds, for the most part. I would just need some bandages. I would not desire to trouble you further with aiding me.” For a moment, he seemed at a loss of what to say, merely shaking his head. “I will offer my aid however, as a soldier. You do not have to accept it, though...” Looking to the dancer, he then smiled. “And you, thank you. You were as good an inspiration as the swordswoman was, I am in your debt especially.”