Briar wonders if the figure ahead of him is heading toward the fire for the same reasons as he is. Their speeds approximately equal, Briar does not close much of the gap between them until Bagoas stops and lets himself fall. The mournful cry doesn't bode well, and Briar sprints the remaining distance. Can the man sense something that Briar can't?

He lays a gentle hand on Bagoas' shoulder, just barely touching him and ready to leap back should the other man take any contact as a threat. It would be easy enough to do, with emotions running high and an army at the gates. Better safe than sorry.

"Were you looking for someone?" Briar asks softly.