I had done something foolish, but I felt perfectly fine, now. Nothing had happened. And I’d sent a message. Hargur would send some guards, at least. Fain had to chant. You didn’t. And he had to fidget with the thing for minutes, you found the right position for all those little wheels and levers without even thinking... Perhaps something wanted you to... “Oh shut up,” I muttered. “Nothing happened.” Nonetheless, I wouldn’t be using the Section’s little toy again. My gut, possibly still annoyed at being ignored earlier, pointed out that it hadn’t had supper and would like some, now, please. It’s a bit much when your own bloody insides take against you. I made my way towards the barracks to get some food. And while I was there, or rather, after I’d eaten, I’d see what I could make of the captain. At least that would take my mind off my own idiocy. Yelling at him, I knew, would only make him even more resentful, and this wasn’t a case for seduction, except of a very specialised sort.
