She knew the Hold's entrance court and the archive and the records room and the framed document and the door frame with all the marks. She knew Fenn's handwriting by the look of it, not the reading — she couldn't read yet, but she knew his script the way she knew his frequency in the bond. She knew Cael's administrative precision and Serin's songs and the quality of the Hold's terrible tea which she found, unlike everyone else, acceptable.
She knew the ward existed. She knew her mother went there and that this was correct. She knew the bond felt a specific way when Nara was in surgery — focused, complete, the specific channel of her mother in the room where everything was work and nothing else — and she knew this was different from the bond's quality at home and that both were right.
She
