"I've always felt there was more of the night about me than anything else, before I was taught their ways," Vanessa answered, without sitting for now. The kettle would be boiling any second now. "And I've felt poised between the two ever since she has. I shan't ever become a nightcomer," she added firmly, remembering their visit that night all too well, and the spell she had spoken, in their tongue, against the man responsible for her friend's death.