[Well. That, and hearing L's voice--and a belated touch to their Bond--certainly easies the icy lance of fear through Myr's heart. Leaves a quiet kind of helpless anger smoldering in its place--at Niles, at himself--but Maker willing, none of that's obvious in his voice when he responds,]
I'm at home, if your aim's to bring him to me. [If he weren't half-groggy from near-sleep, still, he might...find a way to salvage this; he suspects (and hates) Niles' aim with this demonstration.
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I'm at home, if your aim's to bring him to me. [If he weren't half-groggy from near-sleep, still, he might...find a way to salvage this; he suspects (and hates) Niles' aim with this demonstration.
(It's distressing to him how much he hates it.)]