"You did." Kith says.
He sees everyone's glares at him and their sympathetic looks at Lyrique.
"What? Okay so Evil has the upper hand. For now." Kith looks at Lyrique, "Lyric is it, look, we're nigh immortal. You've centuries to right whatever wrongs have been inadvertently commited. For now just focus on what can be done, not what is out of your hands."
Kith pauses, scratches under the wig, stops surrepticously looks around and readjusts it.
"Besides, the Crimson Guard know about it now. They'll keep watch for such goings on. Heck the damned thing lay unsought with Yodwin for..." Kith sighs heavily.
"I'm going to see this Captain, then I'm going to Boro-, to, to the tavern to get right drunk, toasting lost friends. I may be sober some time next week."
Kith begins to wander off towards the docks.