Blackfeather Woods my legs refused to walk away

Blue was somewhere up there, among the ravens. Perhaps if she looked hard enough, she would see him. But Maegi's eyes were fixed on the pale woman, staring up at the birds. The crippled wraith padded over to her, making no attempt to soften her tracks but not calling out, either. She materialized at Relmyna's side, a slightly-smaller shadow of the Listener.

"I don't think the ravens are fond of me," Maegi remarked, smirking. "I'm the one that brought Blue, after all. Some of them like him--some of them definitely don't." But Maegi had never been close to the blackfeathered birds. Her brothers had been blessed with more of a connection; for her, they simply were, figures in the background, things to be ignored.

She looked over at Relmyna, noting the smallness of her pupils--a poppy haze. "Are you all right?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. She had never known the Listener to take poisons. It was too much like Potema--too much like herself--and she just barely resisted a shudder.