Perhaps until the next day.

Did you see Rossand's fleet leaving for up north?
It made me think of three years ago!" O'Connor was gripping his hand again.

The coldness of it sent a chill into the staff-sergeant's heart.

He rose and looked through the upper part of the window, so that the twitching in his throat was hidden from Kent.

Then he went to the door.
"I'll see you again tomorrow," he said.