This would make Hiems laugh with irony if he wasn't trying to take care of cygna. So there's just a self-loathing snicker from him.
She doesn't understand, she doesn't know what he could have done. Not that he won't try to do the right thing, but he so easily could have become like him. She sees... She sees what he'd like to be, what he tries to be, not what he could have been, and what ugly truth reside within him. He doesn't know if this is her being very wise, or very deceived.
Sigh... I don't think either. It would sure be useful, and could probably help us, but you don't have to do it if you don't want to. We aren't here to learn this, but to get him to ease up on the taxes. But I trust you, and will help you as best as I can.
Hiems wakes up, and first searches cygna, worried about her security. Once he sees she's there and alright, he'll try to have a look outside.
Something inside Hiems welcomes this.
The harshest, coldest side of him, the fierce winter that blankets and kills all life.
Something a little self-loathing, too, although he ain't clearly conscious of this, showing cygna what he is, a glimpse of the monster. She can't believe his human side could have turned to diabolism, so he'll show her his inhuman side cares for no one and isn't to be trusted or loved.
Yet, even though he wouldn't recognize this either, there is something better, too. The knight in him being infuriated by these 3 armed coward attacking a single man. The man in him wanting to make sure these won't hurt cygna, too.
He shouldn't reveal him to be a wizard, but, for all these reasons, he doesn't care at the moment
Impassible, uncaring, he'll gesture and speak a few words, ice crystals forming in the air around him, as he casts Freezing Dust on the most agressive of the attackers, a freezing wind rushing from his hand to the warrior:
+32 + useless 1d10=1, 1d10=3 = 38 - aura ? => Penetration 18 - aura.