The ledger has a column you didn't read, because it was in the back, and the back of the ledger is where he kept the things he did not want to explain.

Every binding takes something from the keeper as well. The blade takes years. Literally, by the page.

You have already spent four. You are twenty-eight. You will not be thirty-two.

WrenI didn't know that part. I'm bound, not informed.

She holds out her hand. Not for the sword. For the ledger.

You can let her read it, or you can burn the page and take the years quietly, like he did.