He moved to another dream tablet as Yerin was pulled away from it. She had a troubled look on her face. “This is your ancestor, Eithan?” Eithan ran a hand over his head as though wishing for longer hair. “The first of my House, yes.” “I’d pick you over him six times out of five.” Eithan blinked. “That may have been the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me.” “Don’t let it swell your head,” she muttered. “This inspires me to compose a poem!”
