“You ate chicken?” Renarin asked as Adolin took the helm. “For breakfast.” “And you talked to the sword?” “Had an entire conversation.” “Mother’s chain in your pocket?” “Checked three times.” Navani folded her arms. “You still hold to those foolish superstitions?” Both brothers looked at her sharply. “They’re not superstitions,” Adolin said at the same time Renarin said, “It’s just good luck, Aunt.” She rolled her eyes.
