[Myr's reply isn't instant--there's tasks he needs to finish at DiplomaTea before he can disengage to check his watch, and he's not in the habit of listening for it when he's on the job anyhow.
...And then he has to take a moment to integrate exactly who has sent the message, a sinking feeling curdling in the pit of his stomach as he hears the watch read off the sender's alias.
(He'd suspected, oh, but hadn't been sure until now. Whatever's resurrected Niles must be dire indeed, and Myr already has an inkling he knows what it is.)]
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...And then he has to take a moment to integrate exactly who has sent the message, a sinking feeling curdling in the pit of his stomach as he hears the watch read off the sender's alias.
(He'd suspected, oh, but hadn't been sure until now. Whatever's resurrected Niles must be dire indeed, and Myr already has an inkling he knows what it is.)]
What
was an accident.