"Aunt Hian?" Nikhil breaks the silence. "Yes?" "How long will it take to get home?" "Two days, if we hurry, and if nothing else goes wrong." "It won't." "You seem very sure about that," Hian says, eyeing Nikhil, who is grinning. "I made a glimmer for it," he says. "In the ritual hall? But -" her thoughts whirl. "Yes, with Sora Rafia." Nikhil doesn't seem to notice her distraction. "I wished for a safe journey home with no hindrance or delay. So we'll be fine!" He runs ahead, full of energy still. Hian stares after him in thought and wonder. Had his glimmer worked after all?