Simon doesn't know how this tower came to lie in ruins, and the mental picture he's beginning to build from Myr's words involves the faun singlehandedly wrecking the place with what must have been an incredibly powerful spell gone awry. Surely, from the way he's talking, the collapse must have been his doing--but equally obviously, he can't have meant to.

He rubs at Myr's back with one large hand as his friend relents and leans on him, and after a long moment, tries to steer him gently to a place where they can sit and rest.

"What is it that happened, exactly? That you think people would condemn you for?"