She leaps up as soon as she sees me, and instead of the hug I am hoping for, I'm surprised to see fury on her face. "Sarra, I'm so glad you're—" "Where in the name of all the fucking fates have you been?" she shouts. "I have been so worried! I knew you weren't one of the dead rooks, but I also know that you don't fit in with any of them, and I couldn't trust anything they said, and I've spent all night worrying, and I am starving because I haven't left this room because you might come back here, and I can't believe you've just strolled in like everything is okay!"
