[Oh. That's actually what Linhardt was thinking, but...]

You took the words right out of my mouth; I could offer mine, if necessary.

[But that's...awkward, the more Linhardt thinks about it, so he shakes his head. The spell should be done with soon, anyway, and yet the proximity is finally hitting Linhardt a bit and he looks elsewhere. He doesn't want to think about this now, but here it is, hitting him in the face.]

...Never mind. We should get going. It's likely only a matter of time before everyone is finished with the battle over there, yes?