[Kaz is always busy and he’s always tired, but he wouldn’t know how to exist otherwise. He prefers it this way, nonstop work and nonstop scores, plenty of fights to pick and changes brought and the unworthy swindled. Some are more personal than others, but they all stimulate his mind and keep him striding forwards. Kaz Brekker cannot abide to be bored. It's not an aguished fatigue at the moment.

Although some nights worrying about her might contribute to his lack of rest, too.]

I’m fine as always.

[He assumes this is all that needs to be said on the matter and moves right along.]

Can you smell the ocean still from your quarters? Or is it just waves that can be heard? I’d think you might get used to the scent after a while. Like how a nose gets accustomed to a perfume.