"Serenica Ingram, are you all right? You seem upset."
Spade was offering her a cup of something delicious, dark and sweet. Serenica had never tasted anything like it before, but it sure made its way into her favorite beverages.
"William made it for you," the captain said. "You were mumbling about the Dreamer in a nearly catatonic state for five minutes or so. I got worried."
"So there is a heart inside you under those layers of scarves," Serenica said quietly, sipping the delicious drink. "That is a good thing. A good thing indeed. Thank the Admiral for me, will you please?"
"A short-lived delirium can happen with bloodsight," Spade said, almost apologetically.
Serenica felt unnerved by this newfound softness, but she didn't complain.
"So, did you meet him? The Dreamer?"
"Yes," Serenica said. "Apparently he is the one with most information about Kinley."
"She's in love with him." The captain nodded. "I understand. Is the feeling mutual?"
