Elara walked into the room on the morning of the fourth day with a folded paper in her hand.
Alistair sat at the wooden table, his cup of tea barely touched, watching the gray light leak through the window. He could tell, the moment she stepped in, that she had written the list herself. He had watched her work on it for two days now, while he had been busy correcting Silas's footwork in the doorway practice.
Due was in the next room, his voice low over a map. Silas was asleep on the cot near the door.
Elara placed the list down between them.
"I am not coming into Verissan with you," she said, her voice steady.
Alistair did not appear surprised. "I know."
She narrowed her eyes slightly. "You knew before I told you."
"I knew last night."
"How?"
"Silas told me. He did not mean to, of course. He used a stance correction in the doorway practice that he would never have used if you had been coming with me. Following that, I figured it out."
