Sleep fogged as he was, it took time for Nate to parse that out and understand what Luag was saying. He shoved his fingers through his hair, pushing it to stand up in messy spikes on his head, far from the usual careful way it was styled. "The Ministry," he finally said. "Hit Wizards. You were brought in by the police. Michael was right."
He murmured to Caineal that he was fine, and Luag wasn't likely to bite him and nudged the kneazle to one side so he could push himself to standing. "What the bloody hell happened?" It wasn't that he wanted to yell at him, but they'd been careful. "Why did the Ministry bring you in, Luag? What's going on?"