"Y'need a hand with that?"

The basket. There's a sack over his shoulder already, finally wielding a broom in place of anything sharper. It's a cleaning day. His brow crinkles funny, for whatever she’s spied. Cedric doesn't like this place, but there's always something a little catching for joy.

(Hasn't spied her like that before. Come to think of it, hasn't seen her outside the Gallows, really.)