“Apologies, I don’t know what you’re saying,” Lindon said. [Now, why are you speaking to him? How is he supposed to know what you’re saying?] “It’s more polite to say something.” Orthos jerked a thumb at himself. “Orthos.” He pointed. “Lindon. Blue.” The gray-haired man was attentive, considered for a while, and then snapped his fingers. “Cradle!” he said happily. “Does this function yes?” [Just because that worked,] Dross said, [does not mean you were right to expect it.]
