Bond escorted them both out of the Dryad palace and down the road to the dock. He kept close, arm around Q so that if he flexed his fingers he could touch Harry, too. Thoughts whirled in his head and by the time they reached the village it seemed to him they would never reach the ship.

And he couldn't wait to be alone.

They were docked until the prince was sorted. They didn't have to use his quarters...

Bond looked up then and spotted an inn and steered the pair wordlessly into it, hoping they both felt the same urgency.