We came to the higher level, and she made a rough sound. Tipping her head back to roll huge, terrified eyes sideways at me.
Trying to tell me something.
“She’s worried she has no clothes.” Mathis interjected as I gazed back at her helplessly.
I felt a fool for not guessing that was the issue. Wouldn’t I be worrying about the same thing?
Walking out into the night, naked?
“A foolish thing to worry about really.” Mathis grumbled from behind us. But there was a brief glimmer of white light and then Triana sighed in relief.
I glanced down her limping figure and saw that she was now wearing a long, plain, cream colored linen gown.
He gave her clothes.
“Have you empathy now?” I queried.
He hadn’t done that for Bethanie.
“Not in the least. I just have no need to fight Lithuane in
