Carnelian gives the wreck one last glance before she nods decisively. They aren't getting anything else from this mess.


Nor, it seems, any other gems. Days pass without a sign of any other uninvited guests. Just the usual corrupted gem monsters that claw their way out of the Siberian Sea every so often. Carnelian, at least, thinks nothing of the bubbled gem in the tower when she and Champagne leave to deal with one of them. She's not going anywhere until the time is right.

Right?