Northstar Vale loom

her brow furrowed.

it knitted; she all but collapsed with a harsh exhale. "oh, zosime." her voice was a muffled cry. "i do not know, arsenio! i — i feel so guilty for saying it all aloud."

but it was not the time for guilt. "we must not lie. but we must say it is to remain — quiet. between us. i will answer her questions if she guards the answers."

how she hated this!