Believing it really is half the battle, sometimes, as much as pragmatism would like to say otherwise.

Raine nods, tucking the information away into her mental picture of him. No magic, high risk of fighting, tactical knowledge. And he'd died, before he came here, which wasn't wholly surprising any more. "A war?" she asks, which seems most logical given what he's said. Though execution might suggest something a little more treasonous; most soldiers don't outright get executed when their leader surrenders.

"Even if those precautions turn out to be unnecessary, taking them can only help," she adds after a moment. Past actually surveying the area, she's taking up pacing, chafing a little at the waiting. It makes tactical sense to be a fallback point; they don't have enough healers to spread among everyone. She's just used to being a little closer to the thick of things.