Cal was still breathing heavily. You would not be able to run from a mounted hunter so soon after escaping the ‘Grey One’. Not together. You steeled yourself and spoke directly to the helmet.

“Do we tempt you, Sir Knight?”

His headless torso threw itself back, shoulders bouncing with the force of a laugh that came from the helmet at his side. He even clutched at his chest, as if your question had pulled true, unexpected laughter from a living body.