Teela is spitting fire, by the way.
So am I.
Yes, but not for the same reasons. I believe she is angry at Sedarias.
What? Why?
She won’t answer. Neither will Mandoran or Annarion. If I were you—if I were exactly you—I would take the risk you’re now taking.
And if you were you, but in my position?
I’m not you. I’m worried, but—do what you need to do. I’ll meet you there.
No, wait!
Silence.
Severn—don’t—
Silence.
She cursed in very loud and heartfelt Leontine, and turned toward the city.
Toward Ravellon.
* * *
Winston pulled himself up from the ground. “This is as far as I can safely go,” he told Kaylin, his expression grave. “I do not think I need tell you that Bertolle will be concerned.”
“No, you don’t. Tell him thank you.”
“For what?”
“For sending you and your brother to help us. I’m not sure why he did it.”
“He was worried about you.” Winston smiled. “We would like it if you came to visit.”
“I’m just wondering if there’s any way you guys could come visit me. I live in a building that was once a little bit like a Hallionne.”
“There are Hallionne in your city?”
“No, she’s not a Hallionne. She’s a sentient building, with the usual range of control over anything that happens within her borders.”
“She was built close to Ravellon?”
“Yes, but she’s not a Tower, either. Her name’s Helen,” she added. “And I think she’d be happy to meet you. You could—”
“Kaylin,” Bellusdeo said, her voice a suspicious rumble. Kaylin glanced to confirm that she had gone full Dragon. “I understand that you wish to express gratitude, but now isnotthe time. Can you see the city?”
Kaylin nodded.
“It is Ravellon.” Bellusdeo was the definition of grim, now. “And Ravellon exists everywhere.”
“Can you see the rest of the city?”
“No. But Elantra is not Ravellon.”
“Can you see the fiefs?”
