At that point Arvid arrives, the relief on his face vanishing when he sees the worry on theirs. "Arvid! Arvid, there's ships coming!" "Ships?" He emphasises the plural, and frowns. "Ah. They must be from Ardrigor. They'll be after me. I'll go down to the shore. Once they find me they won't search any further." "I'll go with you," Magistra Colle says, interrupting Mathea's half-formed protest. "They'll be looking for me too." "No, Magistra Colle -" Ylva starts, a distraught expression on her face, but the Sage shakes her head. "You must look after my books, Ylva. Take them back to Maesfell. Keep them safe!"