"Us?"
Bryan looked at him.
Rohan realised he had noticed the word too.
For several seconds, Bryan did not speak. Then he sighed through his nose and closed the ledger.
"You are still not shipblood. Some people will never stop caring about that. But you are no longer merely a stranger. You have eaten our food, bled outside our walls, saved people whose names are written in our ledger, and complained in every district of Veyrhold like a man determined to become part of the background noise."
Rohan blinked.
"That was strangely moving until the end."
"It was accurate until the end."
"Do you mean that?"
Bryan looked away first.
"I mean that if you leave, some people will be glad. Some will be afraid of what follows you. Some will miss you and pretend they do not. Veyrhold is complicated."
Rohan swallowed.
"Yes. I have noticed."
Bryan pushed the ledger toward him again.
