If she couldn’t have anyone’s arms around her as she fell asleep, then she could have the voices of these friends. She would wrap the voices around her and it would be like Saf’s arms; it would be like Katsa’s arms when they’d slept on the frozen mountain. Katsa. How acutely she missed Katsa. How acutely sometimes the presence or absence of people mattered. She would have fought Po tonight for Katsa’s arms.
