Good,” Brigida said with a nod. “Now, you’ll need one of Arranz’s kin to accompany you. Take that one with you.” She motioned to Addolgar. “And the one with the thick neck over there.” Ghleanna’s hand went to her throat. “Me neck isn’t thick.” “Thick like a tree trunk,” Brigida muttered. “It’s graceful. This neck is long and graceful.” Powerful legs landed on the table and Ghleanna crossed her arms over her chest. “Graceful,” she growled, appearing to fight an instinct to yell. Addolgar shrugged at Braith. “Me sister’s graceful.” “Yes,” Braith replied, her eyes briefly crossing. “I can see that.