(Gela nods, still stretched out. Slowly, she rocks back into place while Cedric picks at his gauntlet, her eyes going to the plate armour's dull shine — isn't it heavy to wear all of that and stand around in the heat? At least during his drills he was moving and not thinking about it — or so Gela presumes. She has only ever set foot in the yard at night, when nobody else is around to see her doing it.)

Most of it, (she admits. She has calmed down considerably from having initially said it but it has made more room for doubt.) I wasn't happy about what was being implied about Clarisse, but I—

Was it terrible? What I said to Byerly? Do you think he's angry with me?