Jazelle’s steps faltered for a short second at Sunder’s age. “A [i]hundred...[/i]!” She shook her head in disbelief, listening as the girl continued.
	She nodded as if she knew what Priscilla was talking about. Though she no longer gripped the knife, she kept her hands in the pocket, casting her gaze around the corridors as she spoke. At least Priscilla had only nice things to say about Sunder. But, then again, she [i]was[/i] a servant, so whether or not the girl would even dare speak ill of him if she [i]did[/i] have such a view, Jazelle could not say.
	When gorgons came into the conversation, Jazelle came to a stop, her mouth agape. Gorgons? Half-Fae? Could this place get any stranger?
	[i]Or more interesting?[/i] a voice asked in the back of her mind as she hurried to catch up with Priscilla, only to stop outside a door.
	“Uh... Thank you?” Jazelle said uncertainly at being called “a nice one.”
	Jazelle instinctively leaned away when the older girl reached toward her. At her comment, Jazelle glanced from the plush fabric of her hoodie to the courser cloth of Priscilla’s robe.
	“Yeah. It is,” she said, wondering exactly how out of place the garment was here. Deciding there would likely be no harm in it, she leaned back toward the older girl to let her touch the fabric, Jazelle's muscles tense at closing a portion of the space she had kept between them. “Probably a stupid question, but what’s a Lone Power?”