Alastair sat silent for a little bit, wilting back into the couch. When he spoke again, his voice was much more gentle. "I know. You're more useful than I am. Hiruma and I...we can't fight, we can't heal, we can't do shit." He took a deep breath and let it out, shaking his head slowly. "It doesn't stop me from worrying. You say the word, and I'll hijack the nearest cargo plane and come back and pick you up. On the spot. All right?"