Outside the tent, the camp was awake now. Fen had moved fast. People were sitting up, paired off, the Exile community organizing itself with the quiet efficiency of people who had spent years operating in conditions that required quick adaptation. Jax was already with Sela, who was standing with her arms folded, silver eyes sharp, looking exactly like someone who was furious about the dream and channeling it into something useful.
Oren was at the center of camp. He looked at me when I emerged and I saw in his face that he'd already understood what was happening.
"It's ahead of schedule," he said.
"What does that mean for me?"
"It means it's moving faster than Sera's account suggested it would. Either it's grown more confident or" he paused, "or it's more interested in you than it was i
