“I—” Her throat closed, convulsing. “I—attacked a prison?” “It was after the final battle,” Ferron said, sounding far away. “Seems you were captured after levelling more than half the West Port Laboratory. You’d disguised yourself as a Hevgotian during the attack, and then disappeared into that tank afterwards, resulting in contradictory reports. The investigation was considered inconclusive until my father realised where he recognised you from. He was present that night.” She shook her head. “I was a healer,” she said. “I wasn’t—they didn’t let me fight.” Ferron said nothing.
