The tension eased out of her muscles. People who were coming after you rarely took the time to apologize first, especially for the behavior of a weasel.

Another Sleeper.

While that didn't automatically make him a friend, as far as Ariadne was concerned, it just made him a potential friend. Then again, pretty much everyone Ariadne met ultimately fell into that particular category.

"I don't mind," she said, smiling a little at the weasel with his way-too-cute whiskers. "Although I'm not sure I qualify as terribly young." She was twenty, after all.