[i]As tight-lipped as ever.[/i] But he did answer her question. She watched him move stiffly between tasks, and it felt like trying not to scratch an annoying itch not to ask him if he wanted help. “I’m not fully healed yet, so I’ll give myself a day, maybe two, since bones are trickier even with magic. And then I’ll go home. Have to let them know I didn’t die from my foolish adventures.” She touched her hair, conscious of the spot where the injury had been. “There are a couple of loose ends, mostly concerning Gavin. I’ll sort it out with him when we’re both ready to talk about it but…I might ask him if he wants to go back to Amria with me. That’ll be a bit complicated, considering his kin usurped my throne, but hopefully my family won’t murder him on sight.”

Continuing to watch him, there was only so much self-control she could have. “What do you need done?” she asked, gesturing. “Can’t lift trees at the moment, but I think I can draw lines in the dirt.”