“I would like to engage your services,” the figure said, sitting cross-legged between Kaladin and the stewpot. “Services…?” “Whatever you’re doing to help Szeth,” the spren said. “Talking to him.” “Wit calls it therapy,” Kaladin said with a grunt. “Well, I want that. Um … please?” “You want help?” Syl said. “You’re a highspren!”
