Dignity, check. How about his virtue?

But no, everything's fine, Allie. He and Kingsley didn't quite know what to do this morning when I'd had the last watch of the night, and come dawn the tea was brewed, the brekky in the frying pan and all as nice as you please.

They keep waiting for the other Quaffle to fall. It's brilliant.

I think we'll make it up to Davidson's camp by nightfall, though, so that'll be the end of it for the time being.