Morningside Cuesta ouska

Fiona watched as he departed, proving her point that he clearly lacked the ability to work through anything. What was with that man, anyway? She knew part of it—his lack of understanding with Etienne—but there had to be more there. At least none of them were heading out to find and murder Glaukos by their teeth, as far as she could tell. That was a death sentence, no matter which way she thought about it.

She sighed when Anselm finally disappeared from her sight, thinking she should probably depart for the hollow again soon. If not tonight, then the next morning. She wasn't looking forward to it, but the consequences of not going back were far worse.