When Imoen got broken down in Spellhold, everything had been to bring her more in line with her father's domain. Now she finds tragedy, finds moderation so delicate.

Rynéus may be gone, but they're here. Aren't they? Her hand twitches up - she makes herself not try to take Jade's hand, not now. But she does gently brush fingertips at an elbow. She wonders again about some of the scars Jade wears. If some of them might be...

"He didn't stay with you? As a ghost, or..."