That's no surprise, is it? Could he have hoped Cetaganda would just drop it? But he's seen no signs, no warnings. And Byerly had surely been fast-penta'd too. Would that increase or decrease their interest in him? Would it get back to Barrayar through them? He thinks not, but ...

God, he almost wishes the sword would just fall. Both his fellow time travellers have been interrogated, after all; he can't tell if the thought of his own is just paranoia or actual inevitability.

Time for a drink. He'll gladly take it back for a sip of his own when she's had hers. "You're a wise woman," he says. "On both accounts." Though he loves the stuff unironically, it's never good unless you're desperate. "I'll watch my back, anyway. Cetaganda will have a hell of a time snatching me from camp, that's for sure."