He nodded to Tuck fixing the sling for him, standing still while it was done and leaning his head forward while Tuck fastened it for him. He had got them all out, even Robert. He might feel chewed up and spat out, and his lungs like he’d just smoked a whole pack, but he’d succeeded in the mission, and everyone who had been alive when he went in was still alive now. Well, so far as he knew.
“Alright,” he said at last, finally accepting that his part in this could be done for now. Maybe he’d get Flora and go have a nap on the sofa. That sounded pretty enticing.