I'm sorry if my dying wife distracted me from my social obligations.

[He says it without thinking, dry and bitter in the face of Ellana's triumphant ambivalence. If that's the way it is, then there's no fighting it; it can't be helped.]

I did know about the book. It was in your report, remember? The Cursed Blade. Not that I've been able to read it.

[Sorrel is quiet for a long few breaths.]

Well. I won't bother you any more. I can see that you know what you're doing, and you don't need, or want, my help. Ma serannas, Ellana.