Slowly, River reaches out and takes Cesar's hand. Her own hand remains extremely warm; the sigils carved into her arms flicker in the light. "Being watchful is very reasonable, sir. The sky is falling and this island is full of horrors, but even angels sleep. So it sounds like we need to find you some places, and ways, that you can be safe. Here's one; you're my guest here, your life is mine to protect."

"I can also make weapons."