It was almost noon when they arrived at the villa.
Wish had insisted—firmly, with the particular stubbornness that neither of them had yet found a way around—that she needed to pack her things and speak to her sister before going anywhere. Aurex had looked at the ceiling briefly. Hyrin had said nothing, which from him meant acceptance. They'd come.
Her room had been tidied in her absence—not perfectly, the evidence of the fight still visible in the faint discoloration on one wall and the replacement mirror that didn't quite match the frame of the original—but her belongings had been gathered and placed neatly in the cabinet along the far wall, which made the whole process considerably easier than she'd expected.
