As we pulled into the garrison courtyard, getting strange looks from the Musketeers there, something I at least am used to, D’art hit me on the shoulder. ‘Hey, we’ll take care of getting this junk into your lab. You should go talk to the Captain.’
I swallowed. ‘You’re right. Thanks.’ I jumped down, then stopped and looked at all of them, and repeated, ‘Thank you.’ I’m not good at showing my emotions, but I think they understood for what I was thanking them.
I took a deep breath before knocking on the door to Duval’s office. ‘Come in!’ he called. I smiled to myself. I had gotten that habit from him. I opened the door and entered cautiously. ‘Siroc,’ he said, hushed, half-standing as I came in.
‘Captain,’ I said, closing the door.
As soon as it clicked he’d crossed the room and hugged me, surprising us both, I think. He pulled back quickly, held m