Carwyn's worry that his people would take their own lives rather than fight against the Eldritch 'invaders' hung in the air like icicles ready to fall on anyone foolish enough to disturb them. It wasn't something that made sense to Loftur, but then, he'd been born long after the Lothians burned much of the Vale of Mists to the ground, and even then, his people would rather have died trying to cross the mountains than falling to their own claws before the Lothians could capture them. The idea of giving up when there was any hope left was just too strange.
From the other side of Loftur, Captain Barsali asked a few questions in the Eldritch tongue, conversing briefly with their translator before Loftur turned back to Carwyn with a confident smile.
