"Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon who is already sick and pale with grief," Ella said, giving Bran a smug little grin at his lack of Shakespearean knowledge. "That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious," she went on, shrugging immediately after. "I have a photographic memory for words," she admitted, thinking back to how odd Daniel had originally found her penchant for quotes.