I left them to hash it out, no longer feeling like they needed me. Mom would fill me in later and I really needed to just get out of there, catch some air.
The giant central tent was already being disassembled, the walls on one side coming down. I skirted a group of witches folding and compressing the fabric into small squares which then vanished in pops of blue fire.
Time to go home and sort through what happened here. Make a plan.
Or curl up in a ball in my jammies with a carton of ice cream and a funny movie.
Perfect.
Except perfect wasn't about to let me have my retreat moment. At least, not yet. Not when I was cut off as I strode for my pavilion, wondering if Shenka had finished packing up yet.
Trill grabbed me, pulled me into a fierce embrace. "Thought we lost there for a minute," she whispered.