“Excuse me, why?” Van looked down from the height Tevruden had lifted him, annoyance clear on his face, “I was working on something.”

“You haven’t left this room in days.”

“I was working on a breakthrough!”

Tevruden looked at the papers on Van’s desk, seeing little scribbles and messily drawn chalk lines, “What is it?”

“A replacement limb for when I’m not in this form. Can you put me down now?”