“Do we have time?” Kostos asks, because he’s a downer that way. He’s standing near the door, back to the wood, with half his attention on the wisp he left on the other side. It’s very interested in the grain of the wood, at the moment, but if someone comes near it will be more interested in that. Probably. You can never be entirely sure about wisps. “If she isn’t coming back here, she may be on her way there.”