Jorick was alive. Or so Oren said.

Katelina flung herself at him, shouting again, "Take me to him!"

He neatly sidestepped her. "In due time. First-"

"No!" She noticed Oren's uneasiness and her joy flickered as she suspected a lie. If Jorick were alive he'd have answered her mental cries. He'd have never left her alone in agony. "I want to see him now. Unless you're lying."

He stared at her as if she was something foreign on his shoe. "Why would I lie? ...