His hand stills beneath her gaze for a second, and his expression turns - not guilty, but a little bit lost. He's felt so detached for so long, and now -

But none of that is important. The gentleness is helping, so his hand begins to move; Laerryn is asking a question, so he answers. His lips curl disdainfully around the lieutenant's name in a way that's definitely familiar; and he can name the Dean, but not the other wizard.

His eyes glint a little bit when he says, "Evandrin knocked down both of them."