"Orthos," Lindon said, "can you veil yourself?" The turtle snorted out a puff of smoke. "Do you know how to open and close your eyes? I was veiling myself before your grandfather ever laid eyes on your grandmother. When the Skysworn were nothing more than a sect of servants, I was—" Lindon cut him off before he gained too much momentum. "I think it would help us both if you did."
