"They know." Her left hand rose then, tapping two fingers against her temple, beyond the reach of the red fabric. So lifted, the bangle was now more visible than ever. An old, ornate thing, the outer gold looked as though it had worn intricate engraving that had, for the most part, been worn away. It did not seem mystical in any way; no runes or shine beyond what was brought by the overhead light. There did not seem to be any seam or visible fastening, but even with her narrow hands it did not look the type to slip on and off easily.

The corners of her lips pulled in an uneasy expression. "Up here, we all know it. But you can't know the edge of a knife until it cuts you. Not really."