Once more, Herrick walked over to the attic window, staring out to the rear gardens of Einin's estate. If the window had a hatch, he'd open it. Perhaps lie in the wide sill, feel the night air.
He didn't know how long he looked out over the gardens, but when he was done, he didn't even bother going to bed.
He sat against the wall, beneath the window, and quietly sobbed himself to sleep.