Wyatt chuckled, low and soft - a laugh that was almost real, painting a small white cloud around his lips as it met the cool night air.

"There's a good lad," he replied with a small sigh. "If that don't bring me some comfort in there, nothin' will."

He paused, eyes scanning the lights in the distance, lingering on the Tower, then he added, "If ya do hear, before I get back, er if somethin' else happens, you'll send me a note? If ya can?"