Whirling, the Knight swipes a paw through the bottom of his beard. Revenge.

And then they fall back into step.

They wish they could somehow share the little sketch. Perhaps, if they need guide someone through the City themselves, they'll make a point to show it. Maybe even Hornet. She won't care, but the thought of her squinting at it in confusion is highly entertaining.

--They'll need to stop once they're out of the rain and actually write out their letter. The walk's relaxed them enough it'll be easier.