She wasn't worried, not yet, but Lily wasn't exactly excited by the prospect of being taken from Darrow, especially at a time like this, when things had been going so well. Walking through the long, beautifully decorated halls, she'd glanced in a few rooms, trying to gather information, but most of the people who were around seemed to be involved in other things. They would acknowledge her, smile or even raise their hands in greeting, but no one seemed inclined to stop and explain.

Which meant people probably didn't arrive here at random.

She stumbled upon the fountain and Delta by accident. He looked out of place -- probably just as she did -- but even as she walked toward him, she was cautious. He might not remember her. He might not be Delta at all.