It’s strange how little you can find you know a person, even after spending months in their company. Take Erin, for example. I’d been fairly certain the norn would feel as lost and uneasy without her weapons as I did, but here we were, peering into the darkness where her brother was supposedly hiding – and, empty-handed or not, she didn’t seem concerned.
“You’re sure about that?” Erin sounded dubious, and understandably so. “Ivar’s really in there?”
Spark shrugged. “Zurra sent him down here after he was injured. Took a rifle shot through the leg, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
Erin grunted. “I noticed.”
As I said: unconcerned, and also colder than I’d ever known her. Erin had a serious nature for a norn, of course, but I’d never known her to display such singular focus – or to so completely ignore everyone else around her. Whatever empathy she usually possessed was long gone.