You return from no hands land with your hands somehow still in tact, but at what cost?
Surely not your hands, but your spirits may have taken a bit of a dip with the crypticism that guy force fed you. You take another moment to make a mental note that you make sure you DON’T actually forget. Laivan needs to know about what you just heard when you get the chance a little later. Along with the date prodding, you just remembered that.
Lefty looks at you as if to ask: “What’s the deal with YOU?” To which you do not have the energy to reply.