Hand in hand and smiling, Rannon and I went to check on those we cared about. The burns that Rhandh the Vlih had taken from Vohanna’s sorcery were healing. Rhandh himself was muttering and angry over being confined in bandages. I thought that a good sign.
Kreeg was improving as well, though still weak and pale from nearly having the life crushed out of him at Kellet’s Bay by that laith. His constant companion was Valyan, healthy himself, of course. Even Heril had returned from his journey and was a welcome face to see. He’d been my friend the longest of anyone upon Talera.
I regretted only two things. First, I regretted that Diken Graye had not been found. He had become a friend and I would have seen him pardoned for his unwitting and unwilling service to Vohanna. But not even his body h
