Miel added his own thoughts and sentiments about the ArchBishop's immoral methodology.
"He has gone too far, this time. Unlike the other suicides, this one wasn't isolated. This time, a girl's death affected several scores of people."
Cassta clutched Brook's upper arm.
"Lord, would you oversee my wedding tomorrow?" Cassta asked him and he nodded, accepting.
Brook turned on to his concern for Hartford. He moved to Hartford and covered him with a long cloak that was over one of the chairs.
"I think that we should leave him to rest now!" Brook suggested and
Miel questioned in worry.
"Should someone stay with him, Brook?"
Cassta volunteered to watch Hartford, wanting to help in whatever means he could but Brook was aware that there was nothing that any one of them could do for him. He appreciated his two friends' concern for the remnant that Hartford had become, but he didn't want them to stay needlessly, and having the situation under control, he excused them.
"Miel, your wife probably waits for you. You should go."
"Yes, my Lord!" nodded Miel. "You will call me if I am needed?" Miel asked and Brook affirmed.