“I’m fine,” she promises, then grins. “And look at you! You didn’t die!” Irrational, giddy laughter bubbles up. “I didn’t die! You’re not an only child!” We both burst into laughter, and tears track down my cheeks. “Sorrengails are weird,” I hear Imogen state. “You have no idea,” Dain answers, but when I turn to look, his lips are curved into the first genuine smile I’ve seen from him in months. “Shut up, Aetos,” Mira barks,
