"It's C--" Benedict almost answers, but thinks better of it. He and Leander may have made their relative peace, but that doesn't mean he's suddenly trustworthy.
"Nothing," he says in a defeated sigh, looking back to the letter and resting his head back down, his back turned to Leander. He doesn't get to lie there for long, however, as the guard, who only left for about five minutes, returns.

"Up," they say, "you're going back downstairs."

Bene regards them carefully, then slowly stands, still holding the blanket from the cot around his shoulders for warmth. He's not well yet by a long shot, but he promised himself he wouldn't make any fuss, and he still intends to hold to that.
Still gripping the letter in one hand, he almost looks at Leander as he's led out, but forces himself not to.