"I might be able to find someone," Quen said thoughtfully. Theo was a fighter, and so was Lille. So was Drake, but she didn't want to make him take damage for her again. "Anyway, I have some time to think about this. I have a feeling Peony won't let me go out until I'm faster at casting, and better under stress." She was getting better at being calm when she cast, but she'd never tried under the kind of stress that came with battle.
She thought she could hear music now, and she tilted her head so she could hear it better. "Are we almost there?" she asked suddenly.