"So you were angry and took it out on him?" Trahearne asked, watching as the bruises faded from Bastien's face, like the time it took to heal was sped up to requiring mere seconds. "It does look as though you paid the price for it already. I wonder if any of Ventari's tenets apply to this one - 'all things have a right to grow', perhaps." He reached out to gently touch the sides of Bastien's nose, nodding to himself, pleased by the result of the healing.

"There are very few on my bad side, and I doubt you'll ever end up there. I just worry about you, Bastien. Trouble seems to be drawn to you." Trahearne remains close to his chair, smoothing some of Bastien's hair away from his face, fretting over him a little longer than was necessary. It's as he's doing this that a faint, high-pitched squeaking sound starts coming from under Trahearne's bed, in the form of periodic 'mreep!' sounds.