Oh, that's interesting, too, the boy thinks, raising a brow at Gideon's handling Rabastan with kid gloves. He's not that fragile.

Lohengrin's flinch skitters across Autor's memory, and he jerks to a stop. No, he's not. Is he?

Drawing a breath through his nose, Autor continues walking towards the front door. He spares a backward glance for Elea, expecting to see her at Rabastan's side.