Nobody saluted when Felicity left the training room. Nobody tried to put a pair of cuffs on Ivan, either, which she considered a much better use of everybody's time. Voss had her hand. She could feel him putting a little more weight on her when the floor sloped and taking it back once he'd got his feet under him. It was a relief to have a husband who could walk on his own. It would've been an even bigger relief to get him to admit he had a headache.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" she asked.
"Three, if you count the one you've got tucked over my thumb. Are you going to ask me who runs the city next? I'm afraid that's become considerably harder to answer in the past half hour."
