"What do you think Fate meant by that?" I asked, resting my chin on my hands as I stared at R'lissea.
We sat at the garden gazebo, a day after our visit to Haven. Emlica had given me back the mana cannon, claiming to have already recreated one of her own to study. Luke had been strangely quiet after his spar with Arantius, mumbling a little before changing the subject, refusing to allow me to press him.
"About getting out? I think it's a good idea," R'lissea answered, sipping her tea. "The garden's nice, but being isolated isn't good for anyone, especially you. The only thing is…it's a little dangerous outside."
