"Careful whom you say such things to, lyubimets," Ilinca told him, settling back and drawing her legs up under herself. "One day it might be someone not as forgiving as me." She tipped him a small wink, tucking her hair behind her ears.
She nodded as well. "And I cannot help but think, the sooner the better," she replied. "History and its ghosts are all well and good, but add in the missing people and the mounting sense of 'something is coming'...we have had enough misfortune come to our door these past few months."