Being nothing of a worry-wart, Noah tried to keep a straight face as he followed Honey to check on Larsa, though he was fully aware that neither the Lord nor his companion had seemed to attain any injuries in the scuffle. The judge was glad for that; being a shield with holes would be wholly irresponsible and useless of him. The insects had been easy enough to dispatch with their easily-caused confusion combined with the minimal amount of damage they caused, but he was still as thankful as ever for the weapon; Larsa would be able to defend himself well if worse came to worst.

Echoing Honey's question, Noah came to Larsa's side. "You are unharmed, my Lord?" It was pointless to ask, but duty and his own paranoia about Larsa's health deemed it essential. He asked the question whilst holding up a fold of his pantleg to clean the rapier - he was unsure of how long the peace would last, and he felt his pessissm in the place was well-placed.

At least one beast - as the swarm could only be seen as one - had been eradicated, though the dent would hardly make a difference.