Faigen can’t go anywhere in his current state. He needs rest and plenty of bedside care for the next few weeks, at least. If he turns out to be a rogue dragon, he can’t pose a threat now. No one but Cydra, Ryrick, and Patience knows he’s here, and I’ll take careful pains to keep the door locked. If Cydra has him moved, I’ll tell the king.
Longley finds me in the hallway and raises a hand to catch my attention. “You offered me your help earlier,” she says. “I’m ready to accept your assistance in the kitchen.”
“What if Cydra finds out?”
She rolls her eyes. “Cydra likes to think she’s a queen, when really she’s a dustpan. Besides, Princess Ora arrived today and with her a host of Corvan nobles. I’m short staffed. I’ll pay you twice whatever Patience is paying you to help me this afternoon.
