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Both pleased and miffed that the blame went to Sunny rather than himself, Taym reached for his cane--he still considered this a cruel joke, for the record--and patted Leslie companionably on the shoulder as he hauled himself painfully to his feet. Probably Leslie had never seen him in a better mood--the world was infinitely brighter without an infirmary stay in it--and probably he'd never seen such a drastic turnaround of emotion as when Taym's eyes landed on America's bed, the relief instantly drained away and replaced by a stoic non-expression instead.
"Keep up the good work," he said.
