"They always have it guarded," the words came faster now, easier. Like a confession that had been held back too long and now couldn't be stopped. "Dozens of specialized tamers. The strongest of the Night faction Starweavers. All at least Gold-rank and some doubles who never go out to participate in wars or anything because they're their 'precious' guards."
She spun with Ren, their steps perfectly synchronized.
The movement helping somehow. Giving her something to focus on besides the vulnerability of sharing secrets she'd kept buried for so long.
"Stealing it would be nearly impossible since they have many trackers and perception beasts." She paused, letting him understand that. "And if we confront them..."
"They'd use it," Ren completed her silence in a murmur and another nod.
Understanding immediately. Seeing the problem without her having to spell it out.
"Spending more of it."
Exactly.
