Felwinter looks back down at the boy. His own feelings are complicated on the matter. He considers the people here his responsibility to some degree, but they don't depend on him nearly as much as the people he'd more or less inherited when he'd taken over the other warlord's keep. Maybe most of the people here didn't need him, maybe Dustin doesn't really either, but...

His glare is thankfully unseen as he narrows his optics back towards the other end of the city. He wouldn't have been able to do anything for them in there, would he?

Dustin speaks again, and the tension from Felwinter's shoulders seems to ease slightly. He hadn't been there for the boy then, but he can at least be there now. He nods.

"...is there anything else you need?"