As we grew closer to the wall, a problem occurred to me. "Tilly, how heavily manned are the walls?"
"Hmm? Oh, I'm not sure," she said. She'd calmed down a bit, but was still clinging on for dear life, and avoided looking down. "The only times I was here, I spent most of the time in the noble quarter, you know, at parties or at court with my mother and relations." The way she said relations made it seem like she'd rather they not be related.
"Sandra, drop us off, close but not too close," I said. It was weird switching languages so easily, and I wondered if there was a way I could do to Sandra what Aneva had done to me. I didn't want to be the back and forth between Sandra and Tilly, or anyone else.
