See through, see far.

Wessex listens quietly, intently even, to the other female (she doens’t know her name, and that is odd. But such things can be quickly remedied, or are even unnecessary amongst siblings sometimes). A plan is forming. The wheels in her head are turning, cranking, and firing all at once. “Thank you,” she says, first to Sam, and then pauses to say the next bit with determined resolution. “Then we will have to find out for ourselves,” she says. “Unless you have something important to do, stay close to the Spire at night. When the time is right, I’ll give a signal.”  It wasn’t a command - she will not order them to do anything. However. In the absence of someone else stepping up, she will step forward. One hand touches the other hand’s knuckles, rubbing the spaces inbetween the bumps. “We will set Her free.” No, not just Her. ALL of them.   With or without Sam and Bastien. Let them risk The Lady's displeasure. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm