The transport left Seorak at the seventh hour.
The city looked different going out. Not because it had changed — the same old stone, the same low skyline, the same pace of a place that had found what it could sustain and was keeping it. Different because leaving reversed something that arriving had set. He watched it through the window until the city gate passed and then there was just the valley road running west toward Korreth.
Kaito was at the front with tea, which he had produced before the transport left the lodgings courtyard. He had made it in the lodgings before they boarded, which meant he had known the transport would not provide it and had planned accordingly. He had been planning this way for every journey Vane had known him across and showed no sign of stopping.
