Midge is brave, but still young. You look at him and shake your head, 'no'. His shoulders slump, even before you start to explain why he needs to remain behind. You tell him his best chance for survival lies with Greycane and Bram. You leave out the part where he may be more of a hindrance than a help beyond the wall.

The disappointment lasts a moment, but then Midge squares his shoulders and smirks once again, his spirit refusing to be defeated. He mumbles an excuse about having some things he needs to take care of and hurries out of the tent. You regret not getting a proper goodbye, but admit that perhaps it is easier this way.