"Actually, seems the place to start a search is Kaine's house." Bert leant in the doorway, arms folded across his bare chest. "She says it's a few hours hard march. Probably a while longer, when you're both in such a goddamn miserable condition. Got all you need, Al?" He turned and gave Trish a flinty smile. "Cry pardon for the interruption. But, as you seem to both be aware, we ought to be going."

"I owe you a debt of kindness," Alain said courteously, pushing himself to his feet and bowing shallowly to Trish. His head felt like it would split, but there was no putting this off. Not now Bert had it in his head to go, anyway. "And if ever ka allows it, I hope to repay it. Until then, long days and pleasant nights, sai. Thankee for all your generosity." Scooping up the box and the book, he settled them against his chest and gave Trish a rather strained smile, heading towards the door.

"Thankee for not strangling him," Bert added brightly. "Gives me time to do it. Farewell, sai." And, taking Alain's arm - anger wasn't enough to stop him feeling sympathy at his ka-mate's obvious pain - he strode away, humming under his breath. Maybe a little more piercingly than was strictly necessary.