Thomasina accepted the glass. At least he knew her well enough to give her brandy. But his knowing her was not really the problem — the problem was her, and not knowing him well enough to know that he was having an affair with Mrs. Voss. She'd met the woman. Thomasina so hated being embarrassed, and this felt particularly horrible because the woman was a performer, and patient-adjacent.

She took a sip of brandy. Sina looked at Oz, but did not look at him straight-on — if she did, she was worried that she would hit him. "How long?" Sina asked, looking at his chest. "Before you handled it?"

He had barely seen Sina since he was sworn in; he had not slept with her in as much time. How could the ballerina possibly be that important?