"I figured it out," she says, turning her cup by the rim. She doesn't look at Maeve for this part. "Lyctorhood. The megatheorum. Well, not the theorem, but I knew what I had to do." She swallows, lifting one hand to ruffle her fingers through her hair. "I never sword the oath that Cavaliers swear to their necros because, you know. Not a real Cavalier. But I knew what it was by then." She raises her mug in a lazy toast, her amber eyes flicking to Maeve's face. "One flesh. One end."