I know you've done worse. Know you've done better, too. And riskier, and more dangerous, and always come out more or less on top, or else we'd not be talking now.

[Because she'd be burned on a pyre or chucked in a hole somewhere, and erased by her employers, and Darras would never know, what happened, so at least he's got this.]

I'm in a tavern. Not six streets away. Still waiting on that tide, aren't you, so wait for it at the end of the dock.