When one lives on the streets and all one's worldly possessions fit into a carry bag or a few belt pouches, one learns to keep them close. And being a fugitive from an evil sorcerer and his minions who might strike at any moment only reinforces it. These days, in the relative safety of the Tree, it's mostly habit, but one Kit's not inclined to break.

Especially when it proves useful. Kit smiles at Orcelito's indirect praise as she hands over the vial to Riona. "Glad I could help," she says, watching as Riona pours the glittering dust over herself. Once Riona is airborne and has gotten her bearings, Kit flutters her wings and heads for the hole that leads down to the lower levels.

"Do we want the baths or the wells clear at the bottom?", Kit asks as they begin their descent.