"Tell them about the hand."
Jonas caught Aiden above the wrist. His fingers were warm from the crowded hall. Aiden looked down until he let go.
"I'm going to tell them what happened."
"That's what I'm saying."
Beyond Jonas, Cedric sat with his shirt loose at the collar and a fresh dressing over his palm. Someone had placed his broken sword on the scorer's table. The split tip pointed toward Aiden. He remembered the sound it made against the floor.
At the time, he had thought it was the beginning of another movement. Cedric had been close enough that the raised hand made him step back before he considered whether it held any Aether. He was glad he had stepped back.
That didn't tell him what Cedric had meant to do.
"You heard the whistle," Jonas said.
"Yes."
"Then you saw him move after it."
"I saw his hand."
"Aiden."
