It's gonna be necessary. We still gotta haul out whatever supplies they managed to get before this went south. They also need that stuff to survive, right?

[Flourishing it, Ban brandished Courechouse after it was drawn from its leather and cloth scabbard. The sectioned staff glimmered as he readied himself to strike out at the energy shield. He wasn't even sure if he could keep it down long enough but with some effort he could probably damper where it would actually work.]

At the very least, it's safe for me~. I'm immortal, remember?