It was funny, her choosing the words clever and brave. Funny in the way that wasn't very funny at all. Cleverer men wouldn't have gone back to Lust, over and over; Much was adamant on this. Braver men would be gathering their forces, launching some kind mission to free that saint.
But trying to do what right- that fit. He was trying. Trying and trying, and he tightened one hand around Qebhet's and the other around his teacup, and nodded. "Yeah," was all he could manage to say, his voice still strained in his throat. "Yeah. Them. I wanna do right by them."