The question tickling away in the back of Myr's mind through all of this is just who this fellow is, who sits in the middle of a crowded bar with a tiny little voice like that and a demeanor meek as a Chantry-mouse. The diffidence in response to his question is obvious, and he takes Cade's words at face value. "Right. Then we'll stick together and punish him for that last one," he says, cheerily enough--and flashes a grin Kitward in return for the compliment.

It's really tempting to point out he hasn't got eyes any longer, let alone a good one, but that feels like it may be a little too much with Cade around. Instead, he lapses silent and lets Kit take point; he's the latecomer and could do to learn the lay of things as they were before he arrived.