So many times during this strangeness that is going around, those memories of the morning she was stolen from her family’s caravan were handed to people, with no warning, no approval from her, and it has made both the thought of it, and the emotions attached to it, bubble so much closer to the surface again.

She won’t explain it to him, but there’s no doubt that something stirs in the back of her mind I’m the silence that falls between them for a drawn out moment.

She feels the words a little bit like an accusation for a brief second, but only for a second, and then she lets out a soft huff of amusement. “Saints, has he told everyone?” Better yet? Is there anyone in the city Jesper hasn’t met already? She nods, “I am Inej.”