There are evil ghosts who hate Heralds. Ice skittered down her spine. I don’t think I’ll sleep well tonight.
For more reasons than one. Wen Qionglin and Wei Wuxian were bound. He had to feel how much it had hurt Wei Wuxian to leave Lan Wangji behind. Yet they’d still done it. And beyond that…. “It might be safer if you vanished,” Talia said sharply. “More practical. If Valdemar looked at the world as just politics and advantages. We don’t.”
Yes, Valdemar was a kingdom like other kingdoms, dealing with alliances and the cold calculations of what nations they could trust, which would always be enemies, and how to balance those in between. But King Valdemar had founded Haven to save his people from evil. How could they abandon others who’d escaped it, and come so far on their own?
Calm. Stay calm. Talia breathed out, and deliberately met their eyes. “Give me some time. A week if you can. At least a few days. I’ve kept a Companion’s forced-march pace when I had to. It’s exhausting. You’ll travel faster if you’re rested.”
Wen Qionglin’s face went blank; Wei Wuxian’s expression didn’t change. But there was a definite twitch of amusement.
Why was that funny?
The way Crathach’s shoulders straightened, he wasn’t amused at all. That irritated concern was a Healer who wanted to stick a stubborn pair of patients into a warm bed and not let them up for days.
“I second Herald Talia’s advice.” Crathach folded his arms. “I’d offer you both cots in the House of Healing, but I know you wouldn’t take them. I wouldn’t.”
Talia shot him a questioning look.
“Heralds and Trainees can come in for Healing at any hour of the day or night,” Crathach elaborated. “As well they should; we don’t want to lose anyone because a prank or an assassination attempt left someone too dazed to realize they were dying. But no sane ghost-path cultivator would stay under the same roof with the man who believes his magic is inherently corrupting and needs to be purified out of him. By force.”