Cam knows, she knows, that Palamedes wouldn't have confronted Cytherea without having anchored his soul firmly to his own bones; they had worked for years to make sure that neither of their deaths would be the end even before they came to Canaan House, and the revelations that they learned during the Lyctor trials just added confirmation.

But god, does it feel like he's gone, and she lives for the moments of morning when she wakes up and hasn't remembered yet. When it could have just been another morning after a late night of research at Canaan House when they fell asleep in the big necromancer bed before either of them could make a halfhearted move towards the propriety of the cavalier cot. When they had identified the traditional path to Lyctorhood, and the need to forge a better one.