[At least slightly reassured, Benedict gives a small nod.
It’s been a strange month since returning from Antiva, with the nightmares coming back in force and all they imply— especially for a mage. He’s kept mum about it, and withdrawn. No need to frighten anyone else.]

I’ll tell you if there’s danger threatened toward anyone in Riftwatch.

[His gaze flickers back to his desk, then to Byerly. This is his compromise.]