"If there's time, come spring. But maybe, by then, you won't need me to come along at all…"
Heila's statement cracked like the whips she was so famous for, and for a moment, Jocelynn's mind went completely blank as she tried to think of what she had ever done to have provoked such a barbed response from her sister's lady-in-waiting.
She didn't know.
They'd only met briefly during the day she spent in the Vale of Mists before setting out with Nyrielle's retinue. At the time, while Heila was slightly brusque in their interactions, Jocelynn had attributed it to the overwhelming number of details her sister's lady-in-waiting was responsible for as the Vale's forces prepared to march.
Clearly, however, there was more to it than that.
