The language barrier still stood between Tiffany and her fellow-patients, but the Danubians seemed to be determined to make Tiffany part of their grou....Kim reflected how much Tiffany already had changed. In high school she had been the leader of her clique. She mercilessly bossed her friends around, using her charisma and the threat of her disapproval to keep everyone in line. The Tiffany who was emerging now was much more reserved, content and eager to be accepted and follow instead of lead.. . that it had almost seemed like nothing had happened. Then, when she got home, she saw that Bobby had apparently spent more time on the ramp, because it was much further along.Will was awake and in good spirits. She’d been a little worried that he’d get bored, with nothing to do all day. It turned out he had gone out and sat on the porch and talked to Bobby while he worked.“I don’t know why you don’t like him,” Will said, as they ate a late supper together. “Of all the people I’ve met since I. ” Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a small silver bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a silver tray “Sloe wine?” she asks, “we make it on the estate, it’s very good” and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very large glass, “we’ll let the other’s move ahead before we set off.” Fifteen minuets and two very large glasses of Sloe wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall,. She did not understand all of what was goingon around her but she understood this much: her sister was being hurt terribly.And if the man, whom?s bed she shared, found out ofher being Amethea?s sister she would also be hurt.And Taramis did not want to be hurt ever again.So she left her sister without another word, hurryingto catch up with her master.Amethea fought hard to suppress the tears, whichthreatened to fill her eyes.She wanted Argan back. And she wanted to protect hersister. And look.