He trailed off, then shot Adolin a glare. Adolin smirked. This hadn’t just been about Shallan. Damnation. Had he let Adolin outsmart him? Maybe he should get something stronger to drink. “I’m worried about you both,” Adolin said. “I’m going to find a way to help. Somehow.” “You’re a storming fool,” Kaladin said. “We need to get you a spren. Why hasn’t an order picked you up yet?”
