Elide asked, “What’s wrong?” Borte shifted, with impatience or nerves, Yrene couldn’t tell. “They found someone in the mountain. They want you up there—to decide what to do with him.” Elide had gone still. Utterly still. Yrene asked, “Who?” Borte’s mouth tightened. “Her uncle.”
Uhhhh wasn’t he just in morath days ago?
