Ugh. At least the day was still overcast, but not enough. Recluse's only response to his nurse's irritating cheerfulness was a baleful glare, finding a chair in the most shadowed corner of the room to sit. He'd had a small chance to vent his frustrations (unfortunately, without killing anyone) with talking to Falis, but all the problems he had to deal with were still clamoring for his attention, none of which really seemed interesting or feasible enough to deal with at the moment.

One of those problems was Marcus. As odd as it might seem, if that man disappeared, Recluse would be incredibly annoyed. All his hard work would have been for nothing.

[Free as a bird! ...A grumpy bird overlord.]