Her hand is cold, and grasps its hand tightly.

"That she was ..." A rough, dry laugh. "Very hurt by how I'd behaved the last time we spoke -- that would be when I told her I was a de Rolo, and drove a sword through her. That Sylas didn't even want to see me. That she shouldn't have been surprised, because I was always -- fickle and willful, and of course I would betray them when the other side looked like winning --"

Her voice shakes. "That I still belonged to the Whispered One, and he still had a use for me."