"This was a mistake," Serenica told her friend for the third time after managing to get her stomach in order. "We have talked about Spade for the better half of an hour now and I have been throwing up in the middle of sentences. I am an idiot."
"I am sorry if my repressed anxieties disappoint you," Myorka said, clearly annoyed. "I heard you have killed a man. Do you want to discuss the details of a cold-blooded murder?"
Serenica admitted that she was not enthusiastic about sharing the worst moments of her life.
"I will tell you one thing, though," the bookkeeper said with a hushed voice. "If someone tries to keep you as a captive, make them think you trust them."
Myorka kicked Serenica out, perhaps because of all the vomit and intrusive questions, and the healer was left with her curiosity and the fading buzz from the paw.
She still had work, though, and as the annoyance of the comedown was beginning to set in, a thoroughly disoriented Gadfly came to her.
