"No Jane," Eliot said apologetically. "And no witch. Though I'm not sure a genius is much of an improvement."

He was joking. Mostly.

"We got a little ways to go, so I'm gonna need to hire us a cart. You just take it easy and keep breathing for me, alright?"

He signaled to Val, who sprinted for the road to chase down a rickshaw. They hadn't needed that command for an emergency yet, but he had every confidence she'd get it done.