*cannot take on as much presence of mind to properly notice the other staff gathered around but works out pieces of what you're saying nevertheless*
*frowns and picks up his muffled whisper once more* Duty. *and then, in pure confusion:* But th' Harp... *trails off, his deeply ingrained judgment at least as responsible as the weary bewilderment for his failure to go on*
*peers through his eyelashes at...he doesn't know what* She's gone. *doesn't know what he means or why he is heartened by it, but he is*