They mounted the shallow rise to the plateau and saw the lake and its bizarre stone side-structure in the distance. Through the gloom, Sarai could discern the a crowd gathered on the sandy shores of the lake. Sull and his followers. Sarai slowed to a walk.
“I’ll vanish here,” Angh whispered.
“Fine,” Sarai muttered. “Go on. Shard off.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Who says I don’t?”
Angh gave a low snort, almost a growl. It did service for her as laughter. Sarai wasn’t expecting the quick kiss Angh landed on her cheek but didn’t mind. The sentinel woman was strange in her ways.