[The edges of his lips are torn and bruised from the bit they had put in his mouth. His ribs are mended - they were broken - and his back is covered in marks - scratches etc.. But none of that amounts to what they did to him much lower. It's remarkable he can stand at all.]

My...light? [He wants to laugh and cry at the same time.] I would be stripped of my Whites...

[Actually the Heralds in the Collegium would understand. They wouldn't hold him to that standard. Yet he holds himself to that standard.]

I'll take myself to the forest near Caer Glaem. The trees will give us cover and I'll... I'll hide your presence.