Svalin's healing magic could only do so much with the wounds but it had stopped the worst of the bleeding and brought the swordsman back to consciousness. "I wilt go with thee, Lady Vernique," he said grimly, pointedly ignoring the elf's words.
His left side would still be rather useless but his legs were largely fine as was his sword hand. That was more than enough for him. He had failed his duties, there must be repercussions for that, but now he'd do anything to do what he still could for his duties, and salvage both his honour and his family's. For him there was no distinction between duty, family and honour. To do his duty would bring him and his family honour, to fail in it would fail them too. And to put any of them before his duties would also be unheard of and they wouldn't have it. Mother especially.
So yes he was going to go. If it led to his death that'd be far better than to stay behind with some Midgard healer.
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