"All I've been doing is talking about it," Ariadne said, grabbing the branch with one hand and swinging her entire weight over the side.

It was a little harder for her to resent the jungle than most of the others. It had been almost like going home. And being able to flow through the trees like water around rocks and stones had been nice. It was something she could do. Almost without thinking. And it was a way for her to help others.

Back in Trench, she felt kind of useless. She certainly hadn't done Dean any good.

She landed on a lower branch, so she could sit closer to Sabé, meeting her eyes. With a stern click of her tongue, she held her hand out for Windy. "Bad girl," she admonished the Omen, as it came to land on her palm. "You need to stop pushing people around. It's not nice."