The walk from the shoulder blade balcony to the skull chamber at the head of the titan's remains took several minutes even at a brisk pace, and Althea took it at her usual one. She passed through the ribcage courtyard where a cluster of Adepts were running drills in the open space between the curved bone walls, their soul masses flaring in controlled bursts as they ran through attack and counter sequences.
A few of them glanced up as she passed. The deference in their looks was something she had stopped noticing consciously around the third week, though she registered it still.
June fell into step behind her and said nothing, which was unusual enough that Althea noted it. June always had something to say.
