He had no answers for what had happened to her, if she had the energy to ask, and he only had more questions himself, myriad little voices that whispered in the back of his mind, in the back of the shadows, voices like the Ancients’ who taunted him.
“Where is Minka?”
He had an answer for that, at least. “Back in your world.”
“But I paid you nothing.”
He closed his eyes at that, unable to look at her. He had to tell her. “Not my doing. Can you walk?”
“Walk? I --yes.” And she pushed herself to her feet.
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