“Probably the only one around here who prefers that,” Kire commented, amused. “She likes my hair. And she was hoping you’d make my skin like hers.” She grinned, amused at the thought. As he stood, her eyes went to his unruly hair and her mouth twitched. “They’re as alright as one can be when your whole family’s exiled,” she answered, hands clasped behind her. “They’re also convinced I will get myself killed here anytime now. Not wrong, but still.” She huffed at that.

“Now that I’m wearing this, I suppose I can return to Cordon soon,” she remarked, heading back out the sleeping chamber. “I was wondering though, had no other city been informed by what happened in Ziad? I imagine something that catastrophic should raise an alarm among cities that are familiar with the place. And I can’t imagine Ziad is the only city that’s been threatened by Kartaians before.”