"Yes, well. That was my thought." The corner of her mouth quirked up, but she didn't look up from her work. "I was considering the kind of -- undertaking it must have been to escape the Tail..."

To muster and train troops. To manufacture and hide weapons. To escape whatever mechanism by which they were imprisoned. The days, hours, weeks, months of planning. He must have been so deeply involved in the plan, to have it be finished.

She knows what it's like to be on the other side of such a plan. It always left her feeling adrift. At least, until the next one came along.