Inric spends a short hour dozing in Magistra Colle's study, seated on her little stool and resting against the wall by the door, to be out of sight of any guard who might come in. But when the door opens it is only the Sage herself who comes through, shuts the door and then jumps in surprise at her visitor. "What are you doing here?!" "Waiting for you," Inric says. "Why?" "I did not know where you slept." He levers himself to his feet, stiff from the uncomfortable stool. "We should leave." "But -" she stops. "Wait. They said the fleet had been attacked. That was you?"