"I don't know," Ignatius says quietly, not looking at anyone. Instead, he stares at the ground before his feet, hanging his hands over his knees. "The Winter Court has made an enemy of us both. To do something like this was against the rules of war between Summer and Winter..." He seems hesitant, though. "I feel that the Summer Court needs to be warned, but..."

He looks at his fingers, at the white patches of scales. He forgets what he was going to say, or perhaps he never actually knew what to suggest in the first place.

"We could start with the Summer Maiden," Gild says, glancing over at Ignatius cautiously, like she's expecting a bad reaction. "You know she wouldn't look down on you for anything that's happened. She may not do much else, either, but it wouldn't hurt."

Ignatius scoffs, furrowing his brow. "The Maiden does nothing for anyone. Not her people, and not anyone else."