( You and me both, Cid says, and a frown pinches at Benedikta's brow. What does he mean, both of them? His roundabout way might have have saved him having to admit it explicily the first time round, but Benedikta was an intelligencer of Waloed.

She notices the details.

Turning to face him properly, she cocks her hip and fixes him with a steely glare. )

And what is that supposed to mean?

( She raises an eyebrow as he splutters on his swig. )

Did following those precious ideals of yours end as badly as that drink?