Cadeyrn's dinner sat half-eaten in front of him, completely forgotten as he watched the struggle playing out between Isabell and Marcel. There was something deeply unnerving about the man who looked like he was only a year or two older than Cadeyrn himself, but who spoke with such ruthless conviction about 'making use' of Lady Cerys' injuries.
The Inquisitor at the other end of the table at least seemed to have some compassion, but it was clear that everyone here was willing to exploit Lady Cerys' injuries, even when Lady Ashlynn had the ability to prevent her from suffering further.
"You look uncomfortable," Hugo said quietly, leaning over to speak to Cadeyrn but pitching his voice to be loud enough that Morwen could hear as well.
