Darshan sighed at my obvious distraction. “I know, I know, this is all for some Great House scheme of yours, and it’s not the place of a no-name to hear about any of it or offer his opinion. Just… from one nerd to another, I really hope you know what you’re doing. Worrying about your ass is taking important time away from worrying about my own ass.” I blinked. Was Darshan worried for me? I wasn’t used to that coming from anyone besides my mom, and I had no idea how to respond.
