As soon as they were inside, Ana's polite smile hardened a bit. "Don't contact me over the journals; my warden reads everything I write and I don't think any of us want to suddenly find everything we've done falling apart. If you need to get in touch with me, urgently, send a message to James McCullen, otherwise we'll set up a time and I'll bring news to you in person." Ana smirked a bit.

"The wardens have been handling everything incredibly badly this week, don't you think?"