“Kill Basil,” said Ylenia, sounding completely certain of it. “That washis name, wasn’t it? They tell me my mind’s going.”
“That’s his name,” said Talfryn. “Thank you for your generosity.”
“I haven’t finished yet,” said Ylenia, chuckling. “Emylnor is proud. We have very fine shifters here. Very fine. I’m having art commissioned for this, just as soon as it’s dealt with…” She trailed off. “I’m tired now. We’ll line up your portrait later. I must rest—they tell me my mind is going. They’ll be disappointed if I don’t take care of myself.” She rolled her eyes. “As though that matters much now!”
Talfryn and Akton mumbled thanks as respectfully as possible and followed Ylenia’s gesture out, where they waited in the corridor, trying not to look at Shanna or Eynri. Ylenia seemed to take forever to speak with her bedridden predecessor, but however difficult it had been, she emerged completely composed.