It isn't the itch that's set his jaw a little grim —

But it is what sends the whole expression funny: Squiggling through mouth and brow, eyes watering in the abrupt effort not to sneeze. Cedric's sat board-stiff 'til now, so it's a fucking sight to watch him wrangle it. Like one of those comedy plays, where the lord gets pepper down his pants.

"Practice," He repeats. Wouldn't have troubled the Infirmary for this at all, place makes him nervy, only one moment he was looking for Gwen; and the next some Rifter's had him on a cot. "You... done this before?"

There's no good way to ask if your arm was just an experiment.