He had thought he'd felt like an outsider before, but the feeling is almost tenfold when he's attending the party in the village. It's surreal being here and watching this. A small moment of history, of daily life of the hillfolk who were trying to survive this occupation as best they could. It was admirable to see despite the feeling he shouldn't be here, watching this scene unfold before him. He manages to relax enough to have a couple drinks of mead though he remains on the sidelines as an observer more than a participant. After his recent ventures with the Barrayarans, he's needed more than a few drinks.

When he spots Byerly Vorrutyer, he feels a cold sinking in his stomach as he steels himself and watches the man. The Vor was a far cry from the impression Duv had received in the prisoner's tent, but he knows all-too-well how deceiving looks can be. Did Miles really trust the man? His finger taps the side of his glass as he circles around the edge of dancing where Byerly has found himself.