"How long without hearing from her?"
        A slight frown traced Gallett's brows then. "I don't know," she said softly. "I won't contact her. She knows I won't and that she'll have to message us. I could ruin something, interfere, so we'll maintain silence, but she'll report in."
        "If she can. If she thinks it's wise."
        "Yes."
        "So we wait."
        "Yes."
        "I think Ince is rider so she never has to do the hard part."
        Gallett laughed her sudden, joyous laugh, tossing her face up to the cold gray sky. Her arm came about my shoulders and she squeezed me to her. "Come along. We'll get out of the wind."