Mara was in the corner of the second tier where he had left her.
The ledger against her chest. The quill in her hand that she had taken from the Villa 4 kitchen counter and had not put down in four hours. She was sitting with her back against the wall and her knees pulled up and her eyes on the western approach path, which was the approach path that faced away from the Academic District, and he understood from that specific choice of direction that she had been making decisions all night about what she looked at and what she did not look at and the decision to face west had been one of them.
She looked at him when he came through the second tier's entrance.
