Palamedes might be inexperienced, but he isn't naive. "Oh, well," he rolls his eyes. "Sex makes everyone act weird, as far as I can tell. Not that that's an excuse for being a jackass."

"But no, I employed no ghosts." He grins a little, using the term incorrectly on purpose. "Only..." Pal shakes his head, in awe of everything that has happened recently, "Emperor's bones, Marianne. Camilla is in Darrow. I didn't even dare hope I would see her again." His face lights up in that indescribable way it does from time to time. "And that's not only the half of it."