Aeria rolled her eyes. "And you owe me a new robe!" she called after him. "And taking one off of Lord Whatsit's daughter doesn't count, Myr."
She waited until she saw his door close before she darted the other way- father's study. There was still a light burning and in any case, they would both go in the morning. Just that she'd already have had time to warn father that the really insipid history text was at long last gone from the library with no insult to the Sea Lord. She wondered if he'd even be able to keep a straight face in the morning.