Jorick was back in their room, readying for bed. "How nice of you to join me," he teased as he shut the door.
"I couldn't leave you on your own." She popped the suitcase open and fished out a pair of pajamas.
"Zander wants to speak to you."
She stiffened. "Yeah. I heard him talking to Brandle."
"You mean shouting?" Jorick asked with a chuckle.
She peeled off her jeans and pulled her pajama pants on. "I don't want involved. What if they're right? What if Lilith is the Goddess of Night? Is Zander going to join her?" She stopped to look at Jorick. "My God, I've seen him fight. Imagine him doing that to us?"
"I don't believe he'd join her. More likely he'd pack up and go home."
"You mean back to Baltheir's? That's a bad idea. With him and Brandle we have half a chance against Ishkur. Without them-"
Jorick cocked an eyebrow. "I appreciate the confidence."
She changed out of her shirt. "Ishkur's thousands of years old. You're like five-hundred and something."