Brigham's pause in his tidying, however brief, suggests surprise. He lifts his gaze momentarily to Daithi, and then away again, though does not quite resume what he was doing, and instead fiddles with the soiled kerchief. "That is kind of you to say," is all he manages, tone steady as ever - save for one slight hesitation.

The enchanter seems to realize his fidgeting, glancing down to his hands, then folds it with a sort of finality, perhaps a mental admonishment, and puts it aside. He fetches the arrow he had discarded earlier, and examines it briefly. "There would be someone else, if it was not me," he decides aloud. "I am fortunate to be able to help."