“No.” Discord grinned at her. “I restricted your senses temporarily because there’s almost no light where you’re going. The ones you’ll be visiting live in perpetual darkness. In a way, thestral echolocation will make you a terrible power to be reckoned with. But we have to do something about your smell, or the changelings are going to tear you apart. So it’s back into surgery for you.” He leaned in close, so close she could feel the warmth on her ear. “Don’t worry, that adorable little program you call an AI isn’t going to notice me here. Not until it’s already much too late.”