August is obviously rattled by the satyr's arrival and his half cloak and the memory he relates, haltingly. Coradel seems...startled...but also delighted, and eager to meet this once-and-future friend! August is much more reticent. And she asks why he doesn't seem happy about this.
There is a telling pause. He does not want to lie.... or tell the truth.
She steps closer, her head tilted curiously, and she strokes his cheek with her fingertips. "August?"
He shrugs. "A new-found fae is to be celebrated." He agrees obediently. Then he frowns to himself, shakes his head slightly, and steps away, folding his arms over his chest. "This is stupid." Muttering to himself. "Okay, okay, okay......" He looks down at the half cloak "Okay, -this- is something real to worry about." He looks at Coradel. "My memory said Camillus referred to... to -House- Truthbranch, which makes no sense at all. I remember I sent him to Derynwydd.... she might remember more. But this...." the cloak ".... I don't think wearing it around in public is a good idea. The Countess and Count wouldn't appreciate someone setting themselves up as an independent House in their domain, would they?"
Coradel looks at it again, her brow lining delicately. "I suppose that makes sense...but...but it doesn't feel wrong." A slight head shake.
"It doesn't?"
"Well, it doesn't to me. It feels wrong to you? I don't mean whether logic tells you it's wrong...did it feel like the symbol didn't belong on Camillus when you saw it on him?"