Elise and I were silent, the weight of her question hanging over us. Just what, exactly, could we do if the shard was covered by a ward like the one that had hung over Blacksand? I'd nearly failed to find the source in a single castle, much less an entire continent.
"Hey, you two awake?" Korra's cheerful voice broke us from our solemn reverie. She jogged over, R'lissea behind her. Upon seeing the tension in my tail, the elf gave me a worried look. Korra, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice.
"You're hair's a mess," Korra said, looking between me and Elise. "We're going to have to take care of that quickly. Brackencliff's barely an hour ahead."
I sat up straighter, self-consciously running my hand through my hair. A sharp pain tugged at my scalp as my fingers caught on a snarl, and then another.
"Relax, we fought an entire battle yesterday, remember? Forge the tangles, you just be glad we don't have blood everywhere," Elise said.
