Rutile rolls their eyes at Padparadscha's refusal to speak. They almost certainly know more than they're letting on, they always do. But on the other hand, it's true that perhaps their explanation wouldn't be up to snuff. It would be wiser to wait. "Yes, of course," they dismiss.

They follow Padparadscha through the streets, staying close and keeping their head down as they navigate the throng. Chaos is not the problem; Rutile is quite used to chaos, to the heat of battle and the hypervigilance of the aftermath, but this is something else entirely. "I hope so," they confess. "I could use a little peace."

And sure enough, the amount of activity dies as they leave the city center. In fact, the scientific areas are thinner even than Rutile expect. The Tourney must have drawn attention from more than just the laymen.