Camilla breathes a long exhale, like there's a weight slowly slipping off her shoulders. There's something so indefinably comforting about having Palamedes back and already making plans, pitching a direction for them to take, proposing finding the Ancient. She's been on her own for eight months and frankly, hadn't enjoyed it one bit, even if you disregarded the all-consuming grief part. She'd done her best. Thought for herself. Improvised while in captivity, pivoting to collaborating with new people she'd never have expected.

But he's back, and so now she gets to ease back into this: shedding responsibility and letting him take the lead instead.

She cranes her head to look up at the endless temple sprawling above them. The High Temple, the Ferryman had said, although she hadn't been able to dredge much more information out of him (it?) about the place. But then again, how is that any different from cryptically vague Teacher, not telling them anything about Canaan House?

Answer: it isn't.

So the look she gives Palamedes now is familiar, a kind of quiet delight in the pair of them being together again, and doing what the Sixth does best: solving mysteries. "Does that mean it's time to explore, Warden?"