“Yes,” Sgaeyl says slowly, her head moving in a serpentine motion. “But she will survive.” She pauses. “They have completed the wards, but they extend no farther than Draithus.” That’s good. Bad. Fuck, I don’t know. What even am I? Hers. “Persuade Tairn,” I beg. Everything depends on it. “We will ask,” Sgaeyl finally says, flexing her claws in the rocky soil. “And her decision will determine our fate.” Those are terms I can agree to. We’re airborne in less than a minute.
