[Rook asks not for permission, only for forgiveness. But Vil knows this about him, so he merely approaches quietly, sitting beside his friend and housewarden and motioning to see the injury.]

More than in a physical sense, I take it.

[The shattered mirror, the blood that's now staining more than just Vil's fair skin...this is a mess, all right.]

When the two of you arrived, you seemed to be in particularly high spirits. Tell me, what changed so quickly?