There is still a bit more staring when the Champion

angel

disappears, and Wellard then takes a moment and a deep breath to collect himself.

"If everyone's all well enough, perhaps we can get inside before anything much else happens?"

Even if Wellard himself thinks that is doubtful. The oppressive feel of the Dark is gone, completely, leaving a calm summer's evening. He leans over to offer Bran a hand up.

"At the least, it will be nicer to hear what happened in the bar, I think."