Danse looks away from Nora, and back to the carcass of the bear. He doesn't want to hate The Brotherhood, and as misguided as Maxson is, the Elder still agreed to Nora's terms. And they also gave Danse a sense of pride and worth. His face hardens and he clenches his jaws. But she's right.

He takes a deep breath and exhales. "I can only hope Haylen and some of the others will help with those squires."

He slowly gets to his feet with the bones, hide, and meat in storage. And his face relaxes, and he smiles. "Well then, let us continue our journey. I think those settlers are going to get impatient, or they're going to be overrun by ferals."