Norman glanced back up at Sidon, and for the longest moment he stumbled over the idea of protesting. But what was there to protest? Sidon was the strongest of the two of them by far, but he wasn't the one who could see or hear anything that was happening in the distance.

He swallowed, and then nodded.

"I'm sorry, Sidon," he said, and whether that was meant as condolences for the situation or an apology for the fact that he could do nothing about it was anybody's best guess.