[Someday, if Ronan lives long enough for himself (God willing), he might understand the words. For now, Niall is eager to move past the ugly business of his impending murder. He tosses a glance back to his bed and the daemon at its feet, who's still struggling to tug herself free of the ropes.]

Here? No. Thought it might be prudent to stock up on supplies, though. Got to get the lay of the land before I settle. Is Gansey with you?

[They're practically inseparable, from Niall's vantage. He doubts that has changed much, unless more misfortune has befallen his son than he's already heard.]