Syr’Nj proves that the last time she soothed Frigg’s wounded pride and guided her into the group was not a fluke, emphasizing the things Frigg values most about herself and not humbling her any more than she has to.

Frigg caves, but she needs to vent her displeasure as she does so, and struggles enough that Best plays a note out of tune.

It blends well with the sand and was obscured by the title on the last page, so I hadn’t remembered on this re-read that Byron, almost as soon as his shoulder-axblade armor was restored, immediately took it back off again.

(Did you know some desert birds are called “thrashers?”)