Anton kept his injured arm in his lap, the shirt-sleeve still on; it was too much trouble to work it off for something like this, when he'd only have to pull the shirt on again. "I need to fix the wards and spellwork," Anton said patiently, accepting the reprimand even as he gave a reason for it. "Wan destroyed the plumbing, and Valdis destroyed security around the entrance. Until they're fixed, the Hotel is at risk."

"Yes," said Ryder, almost speaking over him. "We both told him he should not try to do too much. But he did a lot of drawing on the kitchen tables."

Any pain Anton felt, he didn't show. There was no debris and no infection, though one or two areas were very slightly puffy.