Joscelin reaches out and grips Romeo's shoulder. "They're not you, Romeo. If I can't look after you myself, I want to know you're safe." He sighs. "Promise me that you'll stay out of trouble, away from the front lines. If you have to help, please be smart about it. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you."

He busies himself with helping Romeo into the new clothes, doing up the laces that tie the sleeves onto the tunic.

"Please promise me that."