She'd started to wet a washcloth for his forehead--she had an idea of how to keep it cool--when she heard exactly the wrong thing. And then Corbie was out of the bathroom like a shot. She stopped and stared at the woman hovering over Mildmay--tall, very pale, grey eyes that reminded her of the mist over Bernatha.

Corbie didn't notice the room straight off, and when she did she ignored it. She'd already been thrown off enough. "I'm sorry, who the fuck are you?"