What an image: Benedict winces, darting his eyes at Isaac. In the back of his mind, anxiety presses the question of would I be useful enough, but he pushes it aside to revisit later.

Pretty enough, maybe.

"Bastien?" he repeats, "what would he know of Circles?" Mirroring Isaac's posture, he follows his gaze to the light.

"So far so good?" is asked in a low voice.