Her eyes widened and then they shot up, towards the open glass ceiling of the tower where rain was beginning to hit the surface. She smiled at it like she smiled at books, with longing. “Rain. We haven’t had rain in months. I guess autumn is truly here. Not with us here, I mean,” she mumbled, returning to her duty, and Azriel considered discharging her of it entirely, so she could continue looking at the rain with the wonder he did not think rain deserved.
