That made Cliopher grin, his heart swelling what felt like several sizes. “Welcome to Navanoa.” Toucan said, “Of course you called it that.” Cliopher turned to look up the hill at the pale tunic of Fitzroy under the shelter of his wave. “We did, yes.” “Sickening,” Ghilly said, and took his arm. “Simply sickening. Shall we go wake him?”
