Spite was going to have a rant and rave ready next time, Davrin could tell. If Lucanis slept again. If he let Davrin help for a few weeks after this. If Lucanis went It alone he was pretty sure Spite would bloody more than the crow's nose. It was the other man's own choice of suffering, sure. And Davrin wasn't one to bite back his opinions even if half of the suffering would have ended up being his own.

"Damned fool."

He muttered, loud enough for Lucanis to hear, as he followed begrudgingly behind.