He turns to glance briefly over his shoulder, at the courageous beast's attempts to protect them.

"Yes," he says, nodding his head solemnly. "The same way she ..."

Because of the woman, Primus is dead. He didn't know him very well, but what Tristran knows of him, Primus seems a decent fellow.

He can see the dark, lifeless body of the mysterious coach-man from across the other side of the room, blood staining the floor, and pooling around it. Tristran turns away, focusing his gaze on the star.

"Who is she?"