“Windrunner, the fish-shaped spren swimming around here…somewhere is my spren Grayce. And don’t judge my or Kyo’s lack of critical thinking. We were having fun, and glaives are cool.”
Ryn glances away from Kansas over to Ink,
”Why would I have…never mind. Sure, since they were mine originally, I’ll take a bandage. Might as well begin gaining my stock back, since you’re giving it out like party favors.”