"Pardon, sir," Bayard says quietly, wiping away the drool with a tissue. He's still becoming accustomed to disposable tissues, and so absentmindedly he folds the Kleenexes and juts his hand forward to return them.

"I hope I haven't worried her." Bayard's eyes look at Alistair soft and genuinely concerned, not just for being in trouble but because he doesn't imagine Tabris needs to be stressing on his account. "I just wandered the city some and I didn't realize how long it would take me to get back. By the time I got back to the Training Center I was too tuckered to make all the stairs."