Tony ostentatiously replaced the recorder he'd borrowed from the Music Room in its box. The oh-so-nice nurse didn't even notice his stolen one in the back of his pants, because it has been there the entire time untouched. Even if it looked like his magic was gone, he still had been glad of the music.

As soon as she brought his dinner of steak and pie with apple juice, Tony arranged it all on his desk. He wanted to see what Kvothe had to say after his first real day at the Institute. When he didn't think about the bigger picture, he worried less about himself, about his new friends, and about Tia.