She couldn't feel any emotions radiating from the crystal now; it did feel inert, as if it had exhausted its power or run its course. "It does seem to be dormant now," she said. "But it might be wise to destroy it or place it somewhere hidden in case it does become active again."

Normally she hated not being in control of her emotions, but the past two days had been so pleasant, it was hard to be upset. "Something to work for, yes," she agreed. She missed that feeling of calm, something she hadn't experienced in a very long time, something that hardly seemed possible now.

And then she remembered promising Hannibal she'd come speak to him if her fears about the future returned, and wondered if he was going to hold her to that promise.