[ Clank, clank, clank, goes Cayde’s fist against Arenvald’s plate mail. It prompts a glance over his shoulder, but Arenvald makes no move to set him down. ]

But you’re not fine. I’m no expert in technology by a longshot, but even I can tell you were struggling.

[ This, as he begins trekking his way towards the station. ]

I know you want to be out here helping, but that Storm can be truly deadly for you. I don’t want to see someone get hurt, or worse.

[ Congrats, Cayde, you’ve found yourself a noble soul. ]