Cat continued on, oblivious to Abelard’s interjection as she swept furiously. “By the Light of Elune, I don’t even know why I’m surprised. She’s always been so selfish, she never thinks about the consequences of her actions. Ever. Despite everything Mordent and I ever did for her. Maybe that’s why she was always such a terrible mage.”
“Hale thinks she’ll make a damn fine warlock. One to make Cynwise proud.” Abelard took a handful of rosemary from a small burlap sack on a shelf behind him, carefully dusting it over the haunch.
Cat froze, mid-sweep. “She’s proud?”
“After a fashion.”
“And you don’t care that our home is burnt down.”