"I will," Griffith assures him, easily. As if it were his idea. As if he'd meant to do so all along.

A smile, a reassuring touch, and Casca would settle. He'd take the time to speak to her alone, coaxing a laugh from her, sharing a few minutes of victory over their new castle. Then the casual off-hand of his troubles, presented in a pair with Griffith's new theory, that it's linked somehow to them. Guts' touch made it lift. Griffith wants to know if Casca's will do the same. He wants her by his side more. She'll like that. It'll stoke her eagerness to move mountains for him.

All this takes mere moments in Griffith's mind. He curls beside Guts as he thinks, watching him and checking the shadows behind him to make sure that they stay shadows.