Of all the things Ivan could be having a reaction to, the sight of Miles perched on the arm of a haut-lady's float-chair with her arm around him appears to be the most pressing, but he doesn't formulate an immediate verbal comment.
Kety growls, "Congratulations, Lord Vorpatril. I hope you may be fortunate enough to survive your victory."
"Huh?" says Ivan.
The arrestees are marched away before anyone elaborates.
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Date: 2014-07-18 06:28 pm (UTC)Kety growls, "Congratulations, Lord Vorpatril. I hope you may be fortunate enough to survive your victory."
"Huh?" says Ivan.
The arrestees are marched away before anyone elaborates.
"Miles," says Ivan, sighing, "are you all right?"