With everyone else focused intently on Ashari, whether or not her eyes are doing things to force it, Ione—who may or may not be particularly affected by Andan enthrallment, it's not been tested—lets her glance wander for a moment.

If she's also reaching out a tiny, tiny tendril of power, an attempt to read at a distance, despite the fact she promised her mentor of childhood she would never ever do that? It's because she likes Sasha and Sulen, and thinks it would be useful for them to know ...

She looks over at moth advocate and expert Remi, to try to make out his face, and maybe what's on the surface of his emotional spectrum if she's lucky, as this conversation unfolds.