Joslyn seemed to be having trouble—she groaned once or twice and threw off the covers in what seemed more a wrestling match than an awakening. Kessa kept her distance, and finally Joslyn's eyes opened. "Good morning," Kessa said. There was no recognition in Joslyn's eyes at first. "Who—oh, I remember now. No wonder your dream covered me. What gave me away?" Kessa shrugged. "You know Musa. She moves in more than one circle, but dreamcraft is the largest. I took a chance." Joslyn sat on the edge of the bed, massaging her forehead. "Would you tell me which of Musa's circles Daycia fits best?" Kessa shrugged. "Business associate, relative... Daycia knows a lot of people." "No doubt, though I don't think she supports this happy family selling cloth." There was a question in Joslyn's eyes that Kessa chose not to answer. Joslyn finally smiled. "So be it. Everyone has their secrets and Daycia's welcome to hers. Yours hasn't kept so well—it's Tolas, isn't it?" Kessa looked for any sign of amusement or condescension, found none.
