Tannusen had fetched a few pieces of very stale gum out of an end-table drawer, but he took the water first, sipping carefully at it lest he freak his system out by trying to chug.

"I'll contact Dorian for you," he offered between sips, "I'm already going to be talking to him. He knew that I was going to have to kill you, if not the exacts on why. Did a lot of research on heaven for me, for peace of mind."

It hadn't granted him much.

But any little scrap had been better than nothing.

He'd wanted to know more about the place Cassian was going...

"He needs to know you didn't stay dead, I know he's worried. Do you want him to mind the place for you?"