We gave statements first.
Liora sat us in a small room off the south office. One table. Two chairs. A jug of water. No banners on the walls, no chance to mistake this for a stage.
"Plain language," she said. "No speeches. Start at the start."
Cael went first. "Verrin threatened a civilian. I engaged to stop the threat. Armand anchored the bridge. We contained. He broke the wand when Verrin aimed at Lyra's ankle."
"Why?" Liora asked.
"He said he'd break something. I believed him."
She turned to me. I kept it simple. "Pinned the anchor. Called prusik. Used Marrow and Hollow to pull his feet and tip. Cael owned the ground. When Verrin targeted Lyra, I cut the wand."
"Nonlethal intent?"
"Yes."
"Good."
She wrote the bare minimum on a slate, set it aside, and looked at our hands like a medic. "Grip's steady," she said. "Armand, cheek cut. Cael, shoulder strain. Infirmary after Discipline."
"Discipline?" Cael asked.
