[SERA — POV]
They ended up at the river.
The Veyrath River ran along the city's southern edge before turning east toward the valley, and there was a stretch of it near the old mill district where the embankment was stone and the water ran fast and cold and nobody much came in the mornings because there was nothing to buy there. She'd run this stretch sometimes—early mornings, before five, when she needed to be somewhere that wasn't the Order.
They walked along it without speaking for a while. The water was the dark gray of overcast morning light, quick and cold and entirely uninterested in the things happening on its banks, which Sera found obscurely comforting.
"She was right, you know," Kael said, eventually. "About what Pellier said."
"I know she was right." She watched the water.
