Ankyra Sound a blackout oath i swore and meant but couldn't conjure up again

Her voice was cutting, but he suspected if he pushed back against it he would find it brittle.  "You do, she says.  It is a small comfort to know that despite how rough he feels, one thing has not changed — Tux was always right.  

Her eyes would not leave him.  She looked tired, but her gaze was cautious, watchful.  No, he responds dully, should there be?