[ The faint slant of a smile: Wonders how Clarisse'd take half the company protective of her. Cedric slouches his weight to the other hip. Cuirass bumps against wood, the corner scraping at the last of dry winter lichen. ]

Then you know you did the right thing. 'S just the difference between knowing and feeling. Just worth knowing, too,

[ Cedric considers, ]

Just worth knowing you were there in good faith. He wasn't. You and Benedict didn't agree, but reckon it didn't feel quite like this.