“Just finishing up my reading for the night,” she called to her invisible salvation ahead. She sent up a silent prayer of thanks to Silba that her voice held steady and merry. “Cook is expecting me for a last cup of tea. Want to join?” Making it seem like someone was expecting her: another trick she’d picked up. Yrene cleared five more steps before she realized whoever it was had again halted. Buying her ruse.
TOD - me pretending to be on the phone so I don’t have to talk to someone
