"You are right, little one."

Skellig takes her into a hug, presses his lips to the top of her hair - it is dirty and gritty but he does not mind, just so grateful she is not injured worse than she already is by that collar and being back (where ARE they? is this real? it does not feel entirely real, but he isn't sure) in the mines.

"I still have much to learn from you," he mutters.