The look Jeannot gives Anders, eyes sliding sideways without turning his head, falls somewhere between exasperated and conspiring. He knows who needs to refrain. He also knows something about deescalation, even if that something is only that you can't berate and snark a man clearly having some sort of breakdown into behaving better.

"Many people," he says, have looked at his leg. "I would not call it an injury any longer, I think. I would call it my leg—ah."

Cade is leaving. Jehan isn't very sad to see him go. He takes back his crutch when offered it and watches until he's talking to someone else to look at Anders.

"Do you know who he reports to?"