She holds the gaze for a few seconds, then turns her eyes to the ground. It's the right thing to do, to join them and hold the line, but how to go about it without adding to the fear and confusion? She has her cloak and thick robe, but neither of those are practical on the battlefield. What to do, what to do...

She banishes the thought. If she were to leave now, she would have a few extra days to think of a plan. She looks back up at him, eyes sharp and lips drawn into a straight line. "I'll need numbers. How many refugees do you expect to evacuate? And how many may have already fled?"