He wanted to say something - anything - to ease his noble's mind, but Cassius stayed silent. Nothing he could say would do her good; it'd either implant a false hope or be affirming her fears, neither of which were exactly comforting. He'd only served Maren a little under a month now, and it's likely he'll die protecting her tonight. He figured he'd die young, but this is perhaps a bit better than he anticipated - he got to live his last days as if he was a noble, somewhat. Good food, nicer equipment, warmer nights. 

Any rage or apprehension he had coming into tonight has since been smothered by acceptance of his likely fate tonight. He's satisfied with all he's done up to now, and he's in what some people would call the prime of his life, at 30.

...And she's still looking at him, as if expecting him to say something. He briefly glances back down over the army below - looking her in the eye for too long makes it difficult to think.

"It's not my intent to let them have you without a good fight, milady," Cassius finally says, a bitter sort of smile on his face, if briefly.