You waited all the next evening for somebody to mention it. Notice that you waited.

Nobody mentioned it. Dev asked about your sister's wedding.
Marta showed you a photograph of the scar and made you look at it twice.
The evening was precisely as warm as every evening for two years.

The fee you thought you had been paying was never charged.
Sit down with that. It is much better news than it feels like at four in the afternoon.

The Book of the Bard — Return 54:3