“Stop,” Chrysalis said. “It’s been an hour and you’ve made much more ointment than I’d been hoping for.” She paused for a second and looked at me with an unreadable expression before she continued, “I will have your work properly appraised. In the meantime, you may follow this one—” She gestured to a Changeling that took a few steps forward, “—and retire to your new home. He will see to it that all your needs are met and will act as a line of communication to me directly.”