Blackfeather Woods Let us sing when we can and forget the rest

She knew as well as he did that Ramsay didn't much like Nightcaller Temple, and she didn't like to keep him close to anywhere he wasn't comfortable. A more pious priestess may have disliked his aloof attitude toward the gods—but this was Ramsay, and she was Maegi. Her brother was more important to her than any deity, even (forgive her) Peryite.

Hey, she greeted him, taking two steps to his one, trying to close the distance between them quickly so that he did not have to meet her halfway. It was quite the effort, what with her newfound rotundity. That and she was tired, so tired, and the appetite she'd harbored for weeks had dissipated. Now it was all she could do to keep anything down.

But she tried not to show her weariness, nor her lackluster health, giving him a beaming smile. Were you looking for me? Maegi asked, a little rhetorically—but perhaps she wasn't who he sought.