“Have you gotten moved back in yet? I can help you, if not. We have so much to get caught up on. Magne and César had their wedding, kena. I wish you could have been there.”

The womer takes his hand out of habit- Siebren might notice the strangeness of her gray, hairless skin and the presence of what feel like and appear to be something akin to sharp antler nubs protruding from her fingertips.