[se] how to keep myself from thinking

Okay, so they’re doing small talk. Wessex hates it, but she can do a poor imitation of someone who doesn’t mind. “I’m always amazed by the different worlds Outlanders are from,” she begins absentmindedly, “and then by how many are from the same world.” Privately, she’s always wondered why her Lady chose that world, specifically - was it for their magics? The variety of people? The ‘x’ factor in all of them? “No. Temperature doesn’t really bother me anymore.” A slight grin, perhaps the slip of a fang to hint at why she’s no longer weather-bound, but otherwise the woman refrains from elaborating in the moment. “How’s the new Warden?” she asks, trying not to make it too out of the blue. An innocent question, for someone who saw the whole tragedy around Warden Hale go down. Warden Aristomache is someone she needs to keep tabs on. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm