Evelyn
Dr. Zorinski arrives in the garden right around the time both fires are finally put out.
“Are you hurt?” is the first thing I ask her.
She shakes her head. “The rebels had the next firework pointed at the crowd on the river’s shore, but the royal guards stopped them before they were able to set it off. The city is a mess of panicking people.”
“We have to help them,” I say automatically, even though I do not have any resources to offer them. We’ve only just recently gotten through helping everyone with life-threatening injuries, and on top of everything, it has started to snow.
“Most of the ministers were in the city for the festivities,” Dr. Zorinski tells me. “They’re bringing as much order to the situation as they can. I came back here because this is where the most damage is
