“It does feel good to rest,” she admitted, though it was a little strange staring up at the ceiling. Sprite tried sitting up to make eye contact, but Darkholm didn’t even have a pillow. Finally she gave up. “Thank you,” she said, staring upward. “So were you able to find anything on the wire?”

“Nothing,” Darkholm said. “But I will keep searching. I still have some dens to dig through.”

Sprite sighed and closed her eyes, unsure of what to do next. It was looking more and more like she would have to dagger into the snarl to find Randal.