“You knew and you didn’t tell me?” Quylla grunted.

“No, I knew and assumed you did too.” Morok grunted back. “You’d better not take that attitude with me, missy. If you want to play the ‘why did you keep the secret’ game, you’re going to lose. Badly.”

“Morok!” Quylla flushed in embarrassment. “You know I… I mean… Gods, you are the most annoying genius I know after Manohar.”

Anything she said would have only dug herself into a deeper hole. Morok had forgiven Quylla for keeping the secret of Lith’s tower, Solus’ origin, and their trips around Mogar from him, but he had never forgotten about them.

On top of that, she had intentionally hidden things from him, whereas he had simply overestimated her intuition. There had been no malice, hence the two things couldn’t even be compared.

“How is this possible?” Lith couldn’t care less about his friends’ marital quarrels. “How could I never notice? Why didn’t anyone tell me about this?”

“It’s very simple, child.” The Red Mother said. “When you shapeshift into your Dragon or Eldritch side, you don’t care about how your appearance will change. You let yourself go, and they will carry you to your destination.