[At another time, he might joke about the 'by then;' now, he knows better. There's too much to agonize over at the moment. He'd like to trust that Wren and her noble contacts have this in hand, but when the forces stacked against them seem both implacable and unpredictable, it's all uncertain.]

I'll check on him in a bit, and I'll keep you posted, but--

[He doesn't know quite how to phrase this. He pauses.]

Is this really all there is to it, Ser Coupe? I know it's not his first offense, and I've heard it was quite a bit worse before, but--how can what he's done now possibly be a capital crime when nobody's been killed? You don't hang a man for a shoving match.

[You don't hang a templar for keeping a mage in line, is the subtext, though he's still just a little uncomfortable with himself for how quickly it comes to mind.]