At the top level, they stand towering stories above most of Baedal, and there are exposed beams enough that mincing along is a rickety, semi-dangerous experience. She doesn't seem bothered.

"I like it up here," she says. It's a little bit of a catlike instinct, but she likes the secure feeling she associates with heights. When she refocuses on the topic, it's while sitting down on the edge of a balcony that lacks its actual railing, taking off her high heels to do so (so they don't go plummeting to the ground, presumably).

"What would you do, to find that balance?"