"Nothing. I have work to do," he growls out through clenched teeth and clambers to his feet. Vlast does what he normally does when encountering something deeply, disconcertingly unfamiliar welling inside him; he withdraws to find answers.

As he turns on his heel, Vlast pauses mid-step.

"I wish you well on your name-day. ...And thank you; for the smoke."

It had done wonders in dulling the constant pain at his side.