Camilla’s eyes go a little tight at the corners when Wayne confidently asserts that she and Palamedes will speak face-to-face again someday, but she has never been as optimistic as either her necromancer or his lemon-yellow friend. And maybe they’re right. Maybe there will be an ‘after,’ and she and Pal will be together again as they are meant to.

While she might be courteous enough to offer her bed to this odd newcomer, she isn’t so much that she is going to push it. With a nod she moves to the bed and tucks her knees up to her chin.

“The Warden says you can do magic and fight,” she says with cool interest in her eyes. “That sounds handy.”