That's right! She always feels so foolish when she forgets, even for a moment. She really ought to notice straight away by this point.

We are, she confirms, dropping down to land on his shoulder. These gardens seem to go on forever, as far as I can tell. But I haven't seen anything nasty. Not so far, at least. Far be it from her to assume that means their safety is guaranteed. Mithros knows what spiteful little surprises the rift might throw in, just to offset the pleasant surroundings.

What about you? she asks, leaning out a little to peer at him. Have you been here long?