She thought about it long and hard that night. They had said to go see a count, so it couldn’t be too suspect. Still, she had to admit she was worried. Even if it all went well and she could find steady employment, better still, the ability to find some physician or apothecary who could in some way lessen her sister’s suffering, there was still a chance it’d all come crashing down about her wings. If Amelia was discovered, afflicted as she was by the Ashen Plague, how soon would it take for the griffons of Skymount to turn on them? For those two brothers to turn on them out of fear? No amount of gratitude could cover the risk they’d be taking by allowing her to stay.