Fyren stood, looking the three of us over. After a moment, he nodded.
"If we are to meet the Curse Apostle's deadline, we can waste no more time here. I must confer with Incinderus and Zephyriss, and prepare the horde to depart." He strode to the tent entrance, and hesitated halfway through the flap, looking back. "I know you have many questions, but remember that nothing has changed. You were smiling before we spoke, and I wish that you would again after. I am your ally, and want what you want."
"But I don't know what I want," I whispered, gripping my skirt in my lap.
"Yes, you do. You want mortals to be free to choose their fate. No matter the nature of her plan, that is what Fate is working toward, and I am here to ensure that it happens. Nothing I have done or will do will ever be contrary to that truth."
