Irenya made straight for her rooms. She gave the single idea in her head one glance and told it to go away. It refused. We need more fleetwalkers and I offered. She could do it, with a little help. Help with what? Maps. And I’ll need supplies. Water. Spare clothing. How would she carry it all? Did she need to take her own bedding? There’s only one person I can ask.
One of the guards opened Mikey’s door and the first thing she saw was Kael holding a finger to his lips then pointing to something out of sight. She tiptoed over to him. Mikey was sprawled in an armchair, asleep, legs askew and his face smooth and untroubled.
‘Last night he did not sleep well,’ whispered Kael. ‘He cried and whimpered. But this face,’ he waved a hand at Mikey, ‘is the face of an untroubled child.’
‘Thank you,
