Francis looked away, wilting at the look and argument. He held up his hands innocently, "I didn't tell her details. But she was curious. You could tell her some part of it, it meant a lot to her to know. She was worried and when someone wants to know something badly enough, they will find out eventually. I'm sorry." He rubbed his arm thinking Edmund was already so mad. He honestly thought the baton wasn't a big deal as long as he didn't tell her everything.

"I think you both didn't talk about as much as you could or should have the night before, so I was worried. I know it wasn't my place, but I just..want to help."