She considers Bucky, then holds up a finger as if to sample the fog. She's actually just trying to concentrate and see if she can sense anything spirtually amiss, the way Augustine wanted her to know how to do. The way she had wanted herself to know how to do, and had left herself a strongly-worded letter to that effect.

And yet: nothing. Harrow has failed again. The broken Lyctor.

But even a broken Lyctor can sense the growth of thanergy nearby, and can sense how this approach is going to go. "It might be wise," she says.