[ that comment prompts a slight upward curve of her lips, at that. it is true, that gangs have decided to take to spreading glass on rooftops and windowsills, to prevent her from coming in. as if that would stop her from scaling a building.

it makes her feel safe, honestly. protected. people like heleen had no sway over her, anymore. she may not be as feared as heleen, but inej is certain heleen doesn't want her arriving on her windowsill in the middle of the night.

the thought is satisfying, and she meets his gaze, expression thoughtful, before she takes another bite of her waffle. ]

That is only half of what I am talking about.

[ though the certainly seems less . . . wistful, maybe? and she considers continuing on that path, before deciding to disregard it. ]

I will never understand how you are so tall when you eat less than the crows on your windowsill.

[ as she finishes off her plate, scraping it clean, as per usual. ]