"Not a kid, and I'll be fine as soon as I find my my family." Family was the quickest word for what Rosethorn was. Teacher, foster mother, the biggest influence in Briar's life. And Evvy was his student, his responsibility until he got her home and into the hands of a stone mage he trusted to take over her training. They had to be here somewhere.

Briar nodded toward her opponents, releasing his knives from their wrist sheaths. He settled easily into a strong stance, ready to act as needed. "Are you alright?" he asked right back. Weather magic might have more battle potential than most other types, but magic was always draining and war magic added an emotional toll on top of the cost in energy. Gwen was also not wearing temple robes, but she could be temple trained without being a dedicate. He was, after all. Her concern for him told Briar that she was on the right side here.