“Of course I will,” he said briskly. “Right now, though, all I want to find is breakfast.” He smiled as he held the library door open for her.
She smiled at the bad joke just as Tarquin hoped she would. “At least that’s one problem easily solved.”
They ate in the kitchen, squished together at the end of a worktable to be out of the way. Tarquin took a long, welcome swallow of tea. It wasn’t quite as good as the restorative, but that was kept in the sickroom and only doled out under the watchful eye of Mundir. “I need to go back to the magicians’ library after this. I want to have something concrete to offer if our fears are confirmed when Ainya and Five get back.” He rubbed one eye, wishing he could somehow rub alertness into his brain. “I wish they were back already.”
Prea nodded. “I do, too, but they aren’t late yet. And no one is expecting you to have all the answers, Tarquin. You aren’t the queen’s only advisor.”