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On an evening later that week Noia is in the penthouse suite and smiling at the good night text from Rowan when she realizes she is not alone. She looks up.

It is minutes past midnight but the slow drizzle that had blanketed the city all day is still pattering against the tall windows. The double doors for the porch are open and a small figure stands where the rainwater is making the tiles slippery. Noia gasps when she realizes who it is. She drops the phone on the sofa and runs to him, kneeling and hugging him.

“Oryn!”

“Ama Levanoia.”

He lets her dry him off and accepts a set of clean, dry, oversized pajamas. While he sips a cup of steaming tea she tells him about her week, divided between ETHR, sharing information with Rowan, and distracting her nights with study. She ends with that Crevan has arranged a trip out to the field where the Pandora Jar is for that coming Monday when he stops you.

“Do you really think going with this company a good idea, Levanoia?”

Noia tilts her head.

You have the opportunity to ask the last remaining lightning child anything you want.

Have at it!