"They wander the Fade," Jehan says, and politely refrains from expanding on any theories about the Void or a reversion to pure ether. Somehow that doesn't seem like a good idea right now.

Sitting down does. He sits on the arm of a pew—not out of any exhaustion or physical discomfort, but instinct to give up some of his relatively towering height and deal with her at eye level.

"I wish I had another answer for you."