Cater gives a lighthearted laugh as he finishes tucking in his comforter and fluffing his pillows. "So much praise! Really, I only did my duty as one of your many soldiers. It's more my style to let everyone else do all the hard work, but even I know how to get serious when the situation calls for it."

He hums, giving himself the chance to make sure his expression is appropriately cheerful when he lifts up to face Riddle properly. Is there...something off, in Riddle's expression? Is he imagining it?

Played to my desires, he says. He's gotta mean...to be held in such high esteem, right? Cater starts twirling a finger through his hair.

"When you say it like that, I sound like, totes scary...! But, anyway, all that really matters is that you're back on your feet again, and nobody got hurt too badly."