" hm.." He answered cassandras first question and his eyes settled down and he turned his head forward, satisfied with her question. " I don't think i've thought of home in a long while... I can only wish my parents have had a quiet, peaceful death." Out of the corner of his eye he saw her look away in anxiety, expressing that she feared getting killed by her own kin, or 'house' as she called it. Fearing the possibility that her own family would be tasked with slaying her as a traitor. De only hoped that despite Cassandras slight and sugar coated comments of her own kin that her mother, father, sister or brother would still hold the same place in their hearts as she did for them. He liked to think that love can conquer all, it was something of a human belief to give them courage and hope through their darkest fears. Before he could formulate something of comfort to her, she outstretched her hand in front of his chest plate suddenly and he staggered back in reaction suddenly catching wind of an arrow passing through his hair. He grunted and briefly looked back to see where it had hit the wall then he turned his head back to Cassandra and she only shouted what was on his mind already. 

His brows furrowed together in discontent as he trotted along. He had to run a certain way because of his armor so that he could carry himself without a misstep and so that he could keep his breathing regular to keep a constant stamina. He did not like the feel of this and he had to say something. " What if they are herding us into an ambush? Be on your guard and stay together! Strong fighters to the sides and the front! Ranged fighters inside!" He had no experience with working with mages but he decided it would be best to do an old stand by formation. Protect your ranged fighters inside a box formation while they load their attacks and then crouch down to let them fire, then raise back up to defend them while they load again.