Since all her classes were in the morning and it wasn’t time for supper yet, she went back to the family apartment. Normally it would have been empty—her mother and father at their duties, her brother Perry minding the pawn shop down in Haven if he wasn’t doing something else for Mags, and her youngest brother Tory at lessons of his own with the King’s youngest, Kee. But it looked as if lessons were over for the day, because Kee and Tory were in the center room of the suite with their backs to the door, sitting on the floor using Kee’s great mastiff, Gryphon, as a backrest. The other mastiff belonging to the Royals, Drake, was without a doubt standing watch over the Queen, as he had from the moment she first knew she was pregnant. But Gryphon was Kee’s and Kee’s alone, from the time Perry had given the mastiff to the child. From where she stood in the doorway, she could tell the two boys were engrossed in something but not what that something was.

“Why were you stacking and unstacking bricks all afternoon?” Tory asked, before she could announce her presence.

She blinked and walked farther into the room. “Did you Farsee me?” she asked in return, as they both turned to look at her over Gryphon’s back.

Tory shook his head, then nodded, then shook it again. “Not me,” he said, sounding doubtful. “It was both of us together. We can’t see anyone but family, though. We’ve tried. You’re weird.”

“No, you’re weird,” she corrected, as Kee laughed.

“No, you are!”

They went back and forth with this a few more times, before Tory returned to his first question. “So, if you’re not weird, which you are, why were you stacking and unstacking bricks all afternoon?”

She plopped down on the floor beside them, and when the great mastiff shoved his huge head under her hand for a scratch, obliged absentmindedly. “You know how I could tell the bridge was going to fall?”

Tory’s pupils dilated. “Don’t do that again!” he said with alarm.

“No, I have to do that again,” she corrected gently. “I just have to make sure I do it a long time before the bridge is going to fall, so I can tell people to fix it so it doesn’t fall down. That’s what I was doing all afternoon. Learning to how tell a whole lot earlier. So I can get the bridges fixed and nobody gets hurt.”

Tory relaxed. “Oh, all right,” he agreed. “Who was that funny Healer?”