His companion knelt down to rest in the gloom of the smaller cavern, Roland listening as he refilled the skins. He had never been good at talking, at least to girls. Probably because he often went straight to the point. That and he had little experience doing so, having been trained in his Chapter house for most of his life. But he had seen his superiors comfort fellow knights and soldiers, and Iseldis had earned that title tenfold. 

He approached her, handing her waterskin to her and giving a smile. If they had been on the surface or in one of the lesser caverns, it would be hard to see. But with the glow of the mushrooms outside of their small cave, she could see Roland's face brightening, dark eyes glimmering in the light. "Here, drink this. You'll feel better." he told her, and after he took a long swig of his own, he gave a light gasp of satisfaction. 

"The order you're in must have a high bar," he admitted. "If you were a fraud, every other priestess must be masters of war. What I did? It was out of desperation and fear, and the..." he tried to find the word. "-desire to keep you alive. But when we were faced with the Dark Elf? And the Draugr? Only one of us acted without hesitation and that was you." He spoke earnestly, even chuckling at the notion of her thinking she wasn't worthy. 

"Eruvar knows, you were amazing. Don't think otherwise." he said, his gaze leveled on hers. He gave a small smile after that. "Ok?"