Tiero, Mina and Jakin watch from the gallery, although Tiero is peeking out from one of the sides, trying to stay out of view. Ylva is waiting excitedly on the stairs, and Colle, smiling, is standing a step or two below. Inric, wearing a much nicer suit than anyone has seen on him before, and with his hair in complex braids not unlike Anvar's, is waiting with his nephew. The air shimmers in front of them. Anvar blinks at the older lady who appears, and misses Inric's slight start of recognition.