Miles looked at Hannah. The little girl was seated beside him at one of the long tables the scholars had set up in the tomb. She had a blanket wrapped around her. He’d brushed her hair and helped her put on a nice new dress, but she’d been listless and yet would flinch at any unexpected sound. Even though Thalanil had been focused on the task ahead with Marikoth, he had clearly been worried about Hannah too.

“Miles, you must keep an eye on her when I’m gone. Don’t leave her by herself. Not even for a minute. Do you understand?” Thalanil had said as Miles had helped him with his tunic.