"Let's not." Bert pulled a face, taking a long swig of water himself. "All the good places I know for starting fights are down in the lower town, and if you think I'm taking you all that way in this state, then I'm going to go ahead and assume you hit your head too."

Scraping his hair back out of his eyes, he shook his head to try and clear it a little, looking up at the castle in front of them. The lights were coming on, spark-lights and oil lamps and candle flames. It was really quite beautiful, but that wasn't why he was looking.

"There's a spare bed up near Alain's room," he said at last. "It's not made up, but I'm guessing you don't care too much. C'mon. No fighting. Bed."