Riverman tugged at her ear. “What’s bothering you, mmh?”
“Faan. What a mess these gods make. And they never clean up after themselves.”
“Abeyhamal, godlet. She set a shell over Jul Virri I doubt even a sorceror could break through. Now that the Change is done, she has no doubt forgot all that and even if she hasn’t…” The Sibyl shrugged. “By tomorrow, godlet, your River will be flashing itself clean. Stay with me a while. Then we both can rest.”
“Until it starts again.”
“It already has.”