Clipit 1, Why Worthy wants to be worthy:
He sat up.
Did the Greencloaks approve of him? Did the truly accept him? He knew his expression was giving away how desperately he hoped they did, so he groped his in the pocket of his cloak for the extra mask that every Redcloak carried at all times. Carefully, he tied it over his face, concealing his features.
But he couldn't conceal what he knew, not any longer. "We'll have to look for the sword next. The Wildcat's Claw, wielded by a legendary hero in Eura." He gulped. "When I... When I went to the Conquerors, I let Zerif bond me to that black panther." He looked up, meeting Conor's eyes "I'm really, really sorry about that. I wanted..." He shrugged. "I wanted to be a hero."
Meilin's eyebrows raised. A corner of Rollan's mouth quirked up.
"You definitely were a hero in the battle against Oathbound," Conor answered at last. Even Briggan looked like he was smiling.
"We are glad to have you with us," Abeke added.
Worthy let their approval sink in for a moment. Then, with a weary sigh, he climbed stiffly to his feet.