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You would defend Ren to your death, you knew that when the war began. You raised an army and a fortress in his absence, doing everything in your power to defend his honour from Cleo's slander.
Mostly, you are sure of your contraptions. You know they work, because you have seen them work in testing. But there's always that small moment where you're unsure, when you and Ren are sitting on llamas in the heat of battle, and you can sense his anxieties and reach for his paw, telling him with your touch that things are going to be okay.