"You, I, all of us... we're all frauds, who've ruined people's lives. We did it to far more people, for worse reasons than you. But if you've forgiven all of us for what we've done, perhaps you can forgive yourself." She quirked her head, momentarily glancing back at the two girl changelings. "I've ruined their lives. I'll have to face that too, soon. But I like to think that's why we're all together - because we believe we can always turn around, that in the end, we do more good than harm."
"And her life isn't over yet," Erin continued, though she reminded herself that nor were they out of the woods. "Reynarde read her future, when we embarked on this mad trespass. Alice died, and you were heartbroken. The only revenge she ever would have gotten was a cold one. But if she can turn away from that - on her own, not because we forced her or magicked her - I think she'll be alright. Not today, but someday. And maybe someday, it can be amended."
"The first step to that is getting her out of here, though," Erin said, rubbing her hands together.
"The workshop," Erin replied to Underwood. "If we can get there, and buy enough time, I can do us better than rope. I could likely build a pair of helicopters from the stuff she keeps up there. The Mistress wouldn't expect it, they're too modern for her. And she wouldn't expect machines to work in her domain - but I don't need the mechanics to work, I can call upon them to move on their own."
"I'll meet you up there. Form and Bat can show you the way. I have business I need to attend to. We need some kind of distraction, or we'll never make it to the Thorns. I'll return as soon as I can."
She took the wholesome sweater-vested man that Sergei was posing as, and she kissed him passionately. "Be careful."