Claire had briefly wondered if the group had rescued the wrong girl. At least until Alice had her discussion with Aurelia regarding their future actions, anyway. Both of their decisions were quick and agreeably wise, and the knight saw little reason to contribute until now. He privately agreed with Edmund for satisfying his job - the safety of the youngest Laplace sibling, but that was something implicit.<br/><br/>"So we're just sending one person to warn them? Who?"<br/><br/>His claws mounted the impersonal helmet back onto the softly blowing red muffler, the iron blotting out any traces of skin left. His methodical process paused for a moment at the mention of the draft, before resuming as if nothing had happened. Despite his readily armored state, the young man was still relaxed sitting down on the tree, even leaning the visage's "chin" on an idle arm. There wasn't much to do until the order to move out, anyway. On the brighter side, the group was composed of lovely women. The Pegasus rider, the Illestani royalty and the Lapl--Wait, that's not appropriate. Far more than he thought he'd see in a small detachment in the army.<br/><br/>And the best part is, it's impossible to distinguish the knight's current action from sleeping, philosophical meanderings or unrestrained staring at pretty girls.