The problem with waving off the guards was that it gave them an opportunity to call the Security office, and that gave Jordan the opportunity to appear, striding down the hallway just in time to see Ceiro's collapse. He knew what this was, he thought; he'd told Judith the day before, but he had no idea what she'd done with the information.

If anything.

He slipped easily to his knees, though for a moment he looked more at a loss than anything else before he laid a light hand between Ceiro's shoulder blades. "We're not far from either the infirmary or my office," he said quietly. "Where would you rather go?"