Training is one thing, planning another, gathering information a part of that. It all implies the future, something they'll do over the next fortnight. There's nothing unfinished about the plan that Yseult launches right into, more fully-fledged than Darras would have been able to form in the last few minutes. But this isn't the work of a few minutes. This is Yseult, having already thought of these things, having already marked out her path to Avolasca, made arrangements, picked old contacts out of the shelves of her memory and shook them out.

More than all that--

"You're leaving?" Darras pulls away from her a little so he can look around, slipping loose the circle of his arm about her shoulder.