"I'm married. I have to be afraid of other women." It was half of it this place— Nash was used to standing on quicksand, but he always knew where he was putting his feet. Even back in those lost days, he knew enough about what he was running from to tell where he was running. But here? There was no Holy Kingdom, no House of Latkje, and as far as he could tell, there never had been. It was all of it unfamiliar. Except the people they kept bringing through who he could sometimes recognize. From his past. Ghosts.

He didn't like it, it reminded him of how much he didn't know. But it was exciting, too, and that was, in a way, just as bad.

But he didn't flinch at her approach.