Tavi's whole expression undergoes another abrupt, incandescent transformation--wide eyes, a sudden rush of self-consciousness, and a hasty attempt to brush more dirt off of his clothes, not that that will undo all the work the grime of the city has put into making him look hard done by--and so it's probably a good thing for all of them that Byerly steps forward to block Benedict's view of him. He draws in a steadying breath, lifts his chin, and then cautiously peers around Byerly's shoulder. peek