Ezra looked at Rabbit for a long moment. There was something illegible in his fire-colored eyes, something altogether naked and cold. "That's... an admirable impulse, Bennett," he said. "I am so sorry to have underestimated you."
He looked away. "No. You've given me much to think about, and I'm sure I've delayed you unduly." He picked his instrument back up. It might have been a dismissal, another day. Now it was simply the offer to let Rabbit go and do his own things. "Be well."