[A wince at how quickly Cedric is tossing back his ale-- well that's certainly not ideal-- but Barrow has a light touch with the squirrelly ones, and this is no exception.]

Head can still be on straight to do a lot of things, [he muses, accepting his own mug back with a hand curling like a lion's paw,]

do you want to find out what happened? Or is it best left forgotten?