Yseult's gaze sharpens, jaw worked side to side once and back, filing that away. She could say we'll find him and kill him and it would probably be right, but acting on instinct is what got him here. It's no time to alter her approach.

"It is," she agrees mildly, hands still clasped around one of Darras's, pressing it into his knee like a paperweight. "And then you did see it," she prompts, adding after a beat, "I know you've just told me. But tell me again, so you've the whole of it straight through from beginning to end." Maybe it will see off the lingering spirits.