"He owes me, anyway," Byerly murmurs, though he only half means it. I owe him. They both owe one another in a complex web of indebtedness that By can't wholly keep track of, aside from a general feeling of...Of what? Obligation, guilt, gratitude, something else. To Miles bloody Vorkosigan, the most irritating of all Imperial Auditors. Save him.

After a moment, though, he stands, grateful for the distraction from...this. All of this. He offers, the desperation hopefully not fully coming through in his voice, "I could go get it for you. You could just sit, stay put - I could come right back." And maybe, hopefully, get lost on the way.