[It is not unlike a confession, in a way. For a moment, Haurchefant is quiet, but once all chains are undone and accounted for, he places his other arm around Aymeric as an impromptu embrace.]

Then I, for one, am certainly glad to be one of the many to prove you wrong in this matter.

[There is no lecture, nor does he take it personally; Aymeric is a man who must surely feel too much pressure as it is, and for many reasons. When he sees his own failure, then surely all must come to blame him -- but fortunately, the truth is much kinder.]

There are so many who are loyal to you, a notion that has been earned by what you believe in. You will know this to be true when you see your allies again, Aymeric. Now then...

[Propriety, per usual, has been tossed out the window for Haurchefant. It takes a bit of shifting, but he manages to arrange Aymeric into his arms.]

Let us quit this place, and help our friend reach victory.