For a man of lesser mettle, or less gifted perhaps, such a swathe would have been defeaning to even catch a glimpse of. Yet, Hagar was a child of Nurgle. He could take it, take whatever would it be that daemonic forms could inflict him with, even communion. Together, he and the Glass Knight, should she call herself that, shared this intimacy, and together, came to the demonstrating consensus. She listened, and through the myriad of her colors, more than Hagar of the Materium could even imagine, her work began. Although... One thing weights him. The daemon's words, strange as they were. The Ancient Raven, what was it ? Babbling, a true warning, a metaphor ? Of that, he could make little sense, atleast in this very moment, for even if he could see through the Warp and its inhabitants, their process of thought remains a mystery, one he's not sure he will ever truly pierce.

"..."

"...Aaaaaaaah. Much as I'd like to see through you, I'm afraid I can't. We're not afraid of anything in these here parts, but don't worry. What comes our way, we'll endure through. And if we can't... Maybe there won't be reason to worry anymore."

Hagar's hand lifts off the glass construct, followed by a few, loud backwards steps.

"We've survived much. Whatever comes our way, we will again."

And with those final words, Hagar fully turned the heel, and found his way back to the "insides" of the damaged vessel, tracing his march to the master of Ordinance. The mind is perhaps more worried than what it should be, but... The duty is done, a fact he wastes no time announcing.

"It took a few words, but I settled it properly. For now, I don't think we'll need another intervention."