It will be more so, tomorrow. I'm to present you all to the Queen...and all that will entail. I imagine the Council will want a look at you, too.

[Well, what if she presses a cool, damp cloth to the back of his neck, what then?]

But that's tomorrow. Father said he'd make sure the others are guided to their home once they're done exploring, and Oryn probably won't get himself killed in an afternoon. We can relax, for a little while, at least.