Mildmay just looked at her, let her see him thinking about it. Yeah, he'd been worse places and better ones, prettier and uglier, more exciting and more boring – and all of those right inside Mélusine, if he thought about it, and in the Mirador itself.

"I ain't been here long enough," he said finally. Not like her. Not most of an indiction without nobody she knew from home, nobody who knew her home. And yeah, it was Corbie, she'd made friends and found teachers and generally been... Corbie, but that weren't the same thing.