He is quiet for a moment, hazel eyes flickering from Daithi's gaze to his gloves. Such a moment might be lost on others, but the Enchanter has spent years now looking for fear between anger, loneliness between laughter in his apprentices. He is reminded in that moment that, hallowed as he sees the Herald, he was just a man before. Such new power might be unnerving, though Daithi is using it well.

Brigham's voice is softer when he answers. "I shall, then."