He stops at the end of the corridor when he sees Tiero. The boy is carrying a tray with cups and buns and wearing a guilty expression. The noises he'd heard earlier make sense now. "Tiero," Inric says. "Was that intended for us, or simply a means to eavesdrop?" Tiero flushes and ducks his head, but doesn't leave. Inric sits down on the small bench that is there. "Was for tha," Tiero says grudgingly. "Didn't want to butt in." "I take it you heard what was said?" Tiero slides down until he's sitting, the tray balanced on his knees. "I... I don't understand. It's not as I was told>" "History is rarely neutral." "Do I tell Tanis... he will be angry." Tiero looks up, and he looks genuinely upset. "It is your decision to make," Inric says. "But you do not have to rush into it now." As though he is anyone to give advice. But Tiero looks comforted all the same.