No one but Gideon Nav has ever called her that; her parents always remembered the -hark, and everyone else, even Marshal Crux, had called her Reverend Daughter.

Hearing it sends a pang through her, but it might be a good kind of pain. Necromancy is an art of infinite pains. "Wangji," she says, imitating his pronunciation as best she can.

"I will look for you," she says, with all the weight of a thank you.