Her stomach roiled. He acted as if the concept were some sort of desecration. But he knows how it works in Ellech—Munraz’s description of the signals tower was clear enough. So what was it? Was it something he could ignore as a foreign practice, until it was me?
She couldn’t help feeling she’d somehow soiled herself in his estimation, and it hurt. She didn’t agree with his position, but it hurt all the same.
When she tried to get a sense for his mood, his mind was shut against her. It couldn’t keep her out if she insisted, not with the help of her chain, but it was like a closed door to a room—the intent was enough to make her veer off without making herself known.
We think what we think and value what we value. All this time he’s been easy and understanding, but I seem to have blundere
