"Are you all right?" Tiero asks. "How were your results?" He jerks a thumb over his shoulder. "Is he unhappy with you again?" "I was never going to make it," Orien says, feeling the resentment stirring deep inside. "I was just happy to have scored so well in history. I don't understand why I can't keep working with Khnawan Ysenna." Her irritation is short-lived, as always, and mentioning her friend reminds her. "Speaking of which, did you find any more silphium?" Tiero colours in that fascinating way the Unfledged do, and looks away. "No, sorry. There must be more around, but..." he looks back. "I'll keep looking." "Thank you."