Saerian disappeared, but her family did not. The faces of her tribe did not. The scene just changed into something much nicer: firelight, violin, singing. A warm evening. A lot of laughter.
Hunt him? Through dreams?
"How did you get here?"
A beat went by and Phaedra thought of the damage he could do, and who he could do it to. "Lindsey," she said. "And Harry."
Her older brother smiled at her sadly and bowed, bow of his violin moving outward from his body, the violin itself in his other hand. He raised his head and winked at her.