"I came from the Grounds. I think the ocean is the opposite direction." At least, Noah guessed. He hadn't had to travel through any water as he traversed the land in his massive reptilian form. He lifted his hand to point in the direction he indicated. "You honestly may have been closer to it from the way you came."
Noah's eyebrows knit together as he rolled over the rest of her statement. "But if you're going to Torchline, from the Feverlands, it probably would have been faster to travel to King's End and catch a ride on a skyboat." After all, there were near-constant boats sailing now. Especially with the refuge and the rumors of Sunjata's brothel. Supply ships were coming in and out probably every ten days, if not weekly.
Unless she was traveling the long way for a particular reason, but even then Noah didn't take any time to speculate.
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the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns
