Noah turned his gaze to Ryaenara after THE Creature completely disappeared.
She had been quiet since he pulled her out of that poisoned sea, which was not like her at all, for the Mirthful Antiquity did not do quiet, she did loud, and profane, and right now she was standing on a disc of white light above a Steed's scales with her arms folded, looking at him with something working behind her eyes!
She had many things on her mind.
And then she asked her question.
"It seems you were able to cure a Cursed Steed." Her voice came level.
"A curse passed down across its whole lineage, stemming from Those Who Remain themselves." Her vibrant eyes did not leave his face. "Can you do the same for my brother? Do you already have the capability to cure him too?"
"…"
The dark between Dimensions flowed past as the strings hummed their long notes, and Noah did not answer quickly.
He thought about it properly first.
"No," he said. "Not yet."
