General Kirigan, so named, is accustomed to being watched. In fact, outside the Little Palace, his mere existence demands it. Many times has he stood before the king, with all the eyes of the court upon him, felt all their fear and fascination and contempt and been empowered by it. But away from the public, it isn't so: most Grisha will avert their eyes in deference, especially when his attention falls upon them; when there are fewer bodies to dilute his awareness, that makes it all the more likely they'll look away.

So here, when he sees he's being stared at, he turns his head to meet it directly.

"Not yet." His eyes move, down and up again in cursory flicks. "But I can feel it. It wants us to come."