Today, it seemed, would indeed be yet another hard day.

With Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel ready to go Amren and Mor remaining in Velaris to run the city and plan our inevitable trip to Hybern—you were left with only one choice: who to fly with.

Rhys would winnow you off the coast, right to the invisible line where the wall bisected your world. There was a tear in its magic about half a mile offshore which you’d fly through.

But standing in that hallway, all of them in their fighting leathers and you bundled in a heavy, fur-lined cloak. You took a moment before deciding.

"I'll fly with Rhys."