The Moon's Forgotten Bride
"Aren't you."
The woman's smile didn't fade. If anything, it deepened, quiet and unbothered, the smile of someone who'd expected this discovery all along and had simply been waiting, with the same patient methodology Corin had described, for Elira to finally arrive at it herself.
"I wondered how long it would take you," Isolde Marrow said softly. "Longer than I expected, honestly. You're more perceptive than the reports suggested. That's going to make the next three weeks considerably more interesting than I originally planned."