"Not like you are assuming, Ton-ton." It was disquieting, distressing, she'd nearly been killed- but it wasn't that. "Held to the the wall by my throat and nearly strangled to death by Unger."

Knight Unger, the templar that'd been minding her since she arrived at the tower. That she brought tea. That brought her through her harrowing. That took the late shift with the Mages every First Night to make certain nothing went sideways and no one went careening off the top of the Spire. Someone she thought she ought to trust and one order. One night; and they're enemies.

"Don't- Tony don't. He's already dead. Roul...Roul killed him to save me." And that's blood on her hands she won't be able to wash off anytime soon.