[Oh boy she sure is touching him. The occasional friendly pat of assurance between him and Pyra was nothing new, but Mythra is kind of a different story–-in that this feels a lot like his face has been doused in gasoline and set on fire he is on fire.

also he's pretty sure he's about to be killed by his own blade.

He winces momentarily as she speaks. Okay, he might still be alive, but his pride? Obliterated.]

...Th-that's right. I bonded with Pyra and she shared her life force with me. And I've done just fine as your driver, thank ya very much! [he's gonna...try to take her wrist...]

And as your driver, I think we need to get out of here. I have a bad feelin' about this place, Misty. [Misty? Wait, that's not right...]

Miss...Mitheral...Mithy...?

Titan's foot...!

[HE'S GONNA TUG HER WRIST GENTLY AND TRY TO LEAD HER OUT OF THE HOUSE WHILE HE STILL HAS HIS ARM...]