Hamel gives Maglor a quizzical look, brow furrowing. Always assuming the worst of others and himself, he can’t help but wonder for a moment if the guy just wished him to die. He shrugs it off quickly, though. Nah, he’s just poking fun.

“Psh. If you count on that, you’ll stay hungry,” he says airily. Hamel doesn’t plan on dying, but it’s nice to know someone has your back.