Willow came back from the potcheen celebrations to find Mold crouched over the girl Lomas had hollowed out, and the two of them argued about what happens to what's left of a person.
"What happened?!"
"He, Lomas, returned. We dealt with him, he's dying now."
"Good, best thing for him."
"But what about her?"
"What about her? She's a Ley, just trash - means nothing to me, or you. Take her back to the Leys, let them deal with her."
"No. Not my way. We must restore her."
