Eskel naps for a while, dozes until the old man comes to change his bandages. If Vesemir notices anything particularly suspicious, he doesn't say, but Eskel's pretty sure he saw the man give a judgemental sniff at the scent he's wearing.

He dozes for a while longer until he gets hungry but he's sure most everyone's gone to bed. Some bread and a different book from the mouldering library shelves (and the bottle of pepper vodka he's pretty sure nobody's found yet behind a century old book on flora of the Pontar Valley) should hold him until morning. He straps on his brace and limps downstairs, trying not to make too much noise.