Wynter was tense, though no one on the outside would be able to tell. They had long left the tower that had been used as the Princess of Eli'ak's prison and she had been terrified that Ja'harra would show up at any time as she scaled the wall with the girl strapped to her back like an oversized baby.
She hadn't though, but that didn't give Wynter any piece of mind. She knew there was the very real possibility that they had been allowed to escape. That Ja'harra knew about it from the very start. Fucking Magick users.
Never in all her years of spying, thieving and conning did she ever do something as risky as she was doing now. Not when she and Mel worked together and not when she gathered information for Razmyr.
