"Oh, hello," Ylva says, coming into the room where Tiero has just put his makeshift harness on Raven. The kit has flopped onto his side in that ridiculous way they always do. "I came to say goodbye to the bookwyrms." "Goodbye? Where are tha going?" "Home." Ylva kneels down and fondles Raven; the kit closes his eyes and purrs. "I have to find books for Magistra Colle. And the stones - I wangt to look again. Check my notes." Most of that makes little sense, but Tiero has detected one important fact. Ylva is going elsewhere. And that means... "Do tha travel by magic?" "Not my magic." "Does Inric take thee?" "No, I have a worldbridge." The word is Eldarin, two familiar words put together, but the whole makes no sense. "What is that?" She picks up a device lying beside her, a cylinder about the size and length of her forearm, with dials and wheels along its length. She points to it. "See? This means Eynvard. My home." Tiero doesn't see, not really, but the words make him sigh. "Home..."