Jorick was alive. Or so Oren said.
Katelina flung herself at him, shouting again, "Take me to him!"
He neatly sidestepped her. "In due time. First-"
"No!" She noticed Oren's uneasiness and her joy flickered as she suspected a lie. If Jorick were alive he'd have answered her mental cries. He'd have never left her alone in agony. "I want to see him now. Unless you're lying."
He stared at her as if she was something foreign on his shoe. "Why would I lie? What could I possibly gain?"
"Maybe to try to keep me under control? How am I supposed to know what you're up to?" Her face turned hard and she crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly. If he wanted to play games, then she could play games too. "If he's alive then I'll answer you after I've seen him."
Oren threw up his hands in exasp
