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Yeah, it was A Day.  That was all he could figure out.  Nothing good seemed to be coming to mind.  Maybe he should go check out what was across the river, just in case the coming seasons were too awful in the Land of No Cover.  Just as he'd about decided to do so, a flicker of movement caught his eye.  Oh, it was Niamh, who was still babysitting the slightly-less-corpse-like Screech as far as he knew.  At least if he was awake maybe she'd be less touchy about stuff.  Being able to pick the right words to make everyone happy wasn't his thing.

One of the things he still wasn't used to was physical shows of respect that were that personal or however one wanted to describe it -- not the more ceremonial 'Wow I really messed up, plz forgive' level of things or something done at a distance.  He was used to his space and nobody coming in to it except Raven.  Yeah sure, a shoulder bump or something was one thing, but that was casual and didn't have meaning.  Since his promotion, he'd spent more time off on his own than he had with his subordinates, so it still caught him a little off-guard, but at least his only visible reaction was a slight twitch of his ears.  Still a lot of crud to get used to as a leader.

Honestly, he had no idea what might have gone down.  Quixote probably got more gossip secondhand from Raven than anything, not that he'd made himself the most available to do so, Uh.  Yeah.  What's up?