"You won't. The Stranger hasn't patience to deal with me, if I recall Henry's speeches aright." She smiled easily, with the assurance of her own indestructibility bouncing back and went on tip-toes to kiss his cheek before turning away to straighten a bit of the mess now spread across the room. The reminder of Aeria stung more than the bruising on her ribs and more than that, a sudden twinge of guilt.
She shot a sidelong look at her brother. "Have you ever heard the name Monterys?"