Rhiow pressed her ears back and squeezed her eyes closed. Deaths in the pods upset her so much more than deaths aboard the ship. At least the people who were awake had some idea of what was happening. "I'm sorry," she said. "Truly."

Not for the first time, she wished that she could take people who weren't wizards into Auw'ht, the Hearth, where what was loved survived in the memory of wizardry.