Edgard initially frowning at first Jone's and then Gabranth's scolding, feels his entertainment drain as he sees Benedict standing there, struggling, clearly upset at this information.

Edgard knows what it is to realize you've messed up without meaning it. He doesn't say a word, but inhales sharply.

He hugs his arms around his body and slouches down, fingers tapping his elbows, fidgety with discomfort on Benedict's behalf.