Wordlessly, Murtagh sheathed the blade with a quiet rasp of steel and a snick. So, he would be dead if he continued this path - or so they would have him believe. Suspicion at the far-too-convenient timing of her vision made him loathe to accept it immediately.

Alayne wasn't the only one who wished to see the young boy happy.

"...I don't doubt you saw what you did," he began slowly. "However, I can't accept that it's an inevitable result. Especially not the timing with which it comes. How can I know that your visions haven't been touched by Sorrow?"