Miles closes his teeth down over a indignant reply and blows out his breath instead. No, he's too tired to be mad at...himself. And it's a waste of time. He takes down another hearty sip of maple mead and hisses a little at the burn. If he's lucky, the maple mead will do something about this gnawing anxiety.

"Alright, so," he says, unwilling to just dance around the topic, "what happened to you?"