Dragoncrest Cliffs the purloined letter

her eyes turn downward, humbled. how had she not known? she's embarrassed for missing a key bit of intelligence on their closest allies; she could have asked, kept track. . .

but what's done is done. day ago, if 'hhat, Avicus replies briefly. Shey's murder surely still shows in the deep lines of her face, the missed sleep and the hurried travel.

she turns to Rosalyn. i worry, she goes on. her indigo eyes are soft upon the woman who had cared for her, once—had something happened to turn her? woman killedh my ma, kill oh'herh'. no one 'hhafe wi' her aroun'.

but she does not know if Sapphique will rise to the challenge, and nothing here so far had given her confidence in that.