[KAEL — POV]
They ended up at the river again.
Not planned—the walking had just gone south and the river was south, and by the time they were at the embankment the city behind them had settled into its evening sounds and the water was dark and quick and doing its usual thing of being entirely indifferent to everything happening on its banks.
They sat. Not on a bench—on the embankment edge itself, legs hanging over the drop to the water, which was the kind of thing you did when the formality of a bench felt like too much structure.
He was aware of her beside him in the specific way he'd been managing since the Carnelian Club, which was less management now than it had been then.
"It's been a week," he said.
She looked at the water. "Past a week."
"Yes." He paused. "I asked how you wer
