[Of all the challenges Regis expected his bold and brash Glaive to come up with, a singing contest was nowhere on the list. He supposes the song is not meant to sound as haunted as it does coming from Nyx's lips, but it doesn't take him long to figure out why it sounds that way. The question 'For your sister?' is on his lips before he realizes it, but he is fortunately able to stop himself from giving it voice. Nyx is at both his physical and emotional limits. Bringing up his beloved, long-lost sibling will only shatter him farther.

Once the last of the song fades from the air, Regis bows his head in concession, uninjured hand gesturing in an unnecessarily dramatic motion toward Nyx.]

So quickly you're found my weakness. I've been told I have a talent for butchering even the simplest of lullabies, and I'm quite certain the person who said that was being overly kind. We're both in enough pain as it is. I'm not going to add bleeding ears to the list of our injuries.

[He gives Nyx a tired smile before shifting his gaze toward the cabins that sit on the incline.]

I suppose that means you're carrying me up that hill. Once we manage to find our feet again, that is.

[His gaze moves back to Nyx then, resigned, but firm.]

All I ask is that you push yourself no harder than necessary. Will you do that for me?