[she can see the remains of Wednesday's exhaustion on his features, and it's for that reason that she steps forward and touches the back of his hand, a gentle brush of fingers against knuckles]

[then, she gets down to business]

I exchanged letters with some people yesterday. All of the ones I read said things we already know-- don't trust what the Sirens say, they've been deceived, follow and trust in the Wickie to lead us home, etcetra etcetra.

[hesitation]

Except for one.