"They look worse when read by someone literate," Marin said.
Arik decided, privately, that he had brought Marin into this himself, which meant the suffering was only an unfortunate aftereffect of his own solution to Liam's inability to process ether safely.
That did not make it less irritating.
"Felix," Liam said.
There was no surprise in his voice anymore.
Marin shrugged and reached for the tablet, pulling up a secondary file he had structured during the journey to Wrohan, because apparently even being dragged across a border by car and train, like a man living in a country whose economy had not yet discovered dignity, had not stopped him from preparing a medical plan.
"No flying," Marin said, bitter enough that Liam looked at him with interest. "Wrohan has banned Agaronian aircrafts from crossing controlled airspace without ten approvals, two stamps from Felix Canmore, and the emotional consent of a committee that likely meets once every lunar embarrassment."
