Owain still holds his optimism, or at least his false bravado. This strange land with strange ways and strange people have yet to draw him down any. He follows his cousin out of sight and poses dramatically, his voice following suit.

"I followed you against the unrelenting Risen hordes and through time itself once before. My sword hand will serve you again so long as I can contain its wrath. It will seek out our allies and bring them back into the fold."

He let's the act drop a moment like she dropped her mask. He's still smiling at least.

"Though I have to say I'm glad you're here. You're the better leader."