'Gwenvere?'
'Yes, I'm glad you made it here in-' She must have noticed the icicles forming under my nose. 'You'd better come inside.'
All it took was a wave of her hand, and a steep ramp opened, somehow without fracturing the area around it. As eager as I was to escape the cold surface and warm-up, though, I still hesitated when I thought of those trapped on Dauntless. 'My people; some of them can't move.'
Gwenvere nodded, and with a click of her stick-thin fingers, four other Ingarans appeared at her side. 'Kellars, Hathor, Moltri and Igrit of the HollowShroud, meet Jake Goodwin.'
With featureless faces like theirs, I still found it immensely difficult to read emotions. And the being my guide introduced as Hathor stood watching me with curiosity, while the other three glided through Dauntless like the almost-ghosts they were.
'Hathor, we have much to do-'
