Yes, later, when they were safe.
He walked to the door and pushed his hands against it. Material bent around them. He pushed his arms further in, then a foot . . . He drew back, staring down at his two healthy legs. Two feet! In his mind, he was running over the snow plain, he was jumping over cracks in the ice, he—
No, he couldn’t get distracted.
He pushed further through the door. Blurred shapes moved around him, and chilled him.
His leg came out into the clear air of the alley, followed by his hands. He pushed his head out. There was no one in the alley, so he pulled the rest of his body free of the door. Jevaithi moved in the darkness behind the little barred window.
Give me the hearts.
A white-blue hand passed through the window grille, holding an object that was too black for h
