"My rites do not run on your schedule, Ratchet," Mirage snapped, vexation flaring all over again.

He ached now, all over, from plating to processor, and for what? An interrupted ritual and a half-done glyphing. They didn't even get to the gilding.

"However, I will not be able to continue for some time. Since things need to be redone. I will let you know the time-frame once it is planned."

He gave the medic a short, perfunctory head bob; the most curtsey his wounded pride and old Priest-authority would allow for at the moment.