"Is this really a good idea?" Mathea says as Magistra Colle steps into Arvid's ship. The Sage shrugs. "No other boats will be going to Vraskall," she points out. "Mum," Ylva says, "How do you know the steersman?" "What?" But Mathea heard the question. Her heart aches suddenly. "He went back for you," Ylva says, as persistent as ever, but with no idea what she's stirring up. "How do you know him?" "From a long time ago," Mathea says, avoiding Ylva's gaze as she shoves a chest into position and sits down in the belly of the ship. "Before you were born." She can tell Ylva isn't satisfied, but the girl doesn't press her.