Will grimaces in equally rueful agreement.

Fondness is not the right word, but... then, at least, their hands were not tied.

And, though the Old Ones spend a good while longer conferring by the circle of Coyote's pyre, that is as close to a real plan of attack as they can come: to spread the word, and to reassess their tactics as they can, and to wait. As the bar's rules insist.