"Go you," Alec repeated with a nod of his head. He was sincere, though, because he knew how hard it was to ask for help. Alec himself hated asking for help because he thought it was admitting weakness, vulnerability and the last thing he was trained to do was to show any sort of fear.

"There's no shortage of people who want to help here either," Alec noted, glancing around. "My sister would be the first one in line."