Tove did not look at Sable when they brought her into the great hall.
She looked at the route board first.
That alone told Sable how far Rowan's war had burrowed into the women she used. Not the guards holding Tove at either arm. Not Cassian's blood-dark cuff. Not the iron hook Jace carried in one hand like the final ugly proof of what the drain arch had been reduced to. Tove came in with mud on her knees and ditch water drying in dark streaks over the hem of her work skirt, and the first thing her eyes sought was the board where bath, stores, cloth, and inner routes had been torn apart and rebuilt under Oda's hand.
The hall saw it too.
