Susan stops walking, and her hand tightens on his. "Oh," she breathes, staring at the shining glint of light.

For a moment, what she's seeing now blends with a flicker in memory of the sending Alain had gifted her, the stained glass and brilliance of the Castle o'Barony, the gleam of the filament-lights in the Westr'd Hall, the only time she's ever seen such in life or after, say true.

"The castle thee told me of before? Where the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve were kings and queens?"