"There is plenty that needs to be done to keep your hands from being idle, Cade," She said, sternly, crossing her arms against her chest. But there was something in her expression - a flicker of sympathy, maybe, for a problem that she also has been faced with, lately.

"You could have spoken with me, at the very least. The walls are well guarded. They don't need a half-starved Templar stumbling down the stairs."