She sets six books down on the table and lifts her hands. “Is Violet in need of an ice wielder?” she signs. “She could be,” Ridoc says and signs. “Guess it all depends on your research.” “No pressure,” she signs and rolls her eyes, but they soften the second her gaze lands on Sawyer. “You didn’t have to walk all the way down here,” she signs, and Ridoc translates. “I would have come to you.” “I. Wanted. Here,” Sawyer signs slowly.
