Evander merely nodded, hating feeling so utterly useless to do anything in this situation. He hadn’t anything else useful to say, either, so had just about committed to sitting here in (the awkward Darrow version of) companionable silence when Alfred pointed out the healer.
“Oh, good.” Evander said, straightening up with a new lease of energy, now that he had a purpose. He didn’t trust Miss Fisk to have explained the situation fully, didn’t trust Alfred to find out what was actually going on with this curse, and didn’t expect the healers to tell him much of anything unless he harassed them himself. He had plenty of questions. “I did.”
“I’ll be right back,” Evander assured his brother, although with the list of questions already being compiled in his mind, ‘right back’ was maybe an understatement. He’d be back once he’d gotten a full report.
(Poor Rommy.)
“Oh, good.” Evander said, straightening up with a new lease of energy, now that he had a purpose. He didn’t trust Miss Fisk to have explained the situation fully, didn’t trust Alfred to find out what was actually going on with this curse, and didn’t expect the healers to tell him much of anything unless he harassed them himself. He had plenty of questions. “I did.”
“I’ll be right back,” Evander assured his brother, although with the list of questions already being compiled in his mind, ‘right back’ was maybe an understatement. He’d be back once he’d gotten a full report.
(Poor Rommy.)
