Holy shit. He was already a little anxious when they stand up like that, their monstrous figure putting him on edge even as he reminds himself again and again that they're just the Wizard. He doesn't know who they were at this time, but he still trusts them to do the right thing.

But then they push their hand against his shield and he feels the weight of them against it, steeling himself against it, his brow furrowing in focus. He's not going to let them through. Not until he knows their intention.

"I won't let you hurt them. They need our help," he says back, strain already clear in his voice.