The plants are sturdy enough to take some abuse, or he would not have considered them safe to climb, for her sake. Still, Ashley takes a remarkable amount of care; Briar notices. He likes her already.

Rooftops have been something of a comfort for Briar for years. He liked high places to start with, and then hours spent on the roof at Discipline with his sisters cemented it into something real and important. He and the girls might be separated, and might be at each other's throats if they weren't, but nothing has ever quite erased the effects of those hours of cloudwatching.

Briar tilts his head in consideration of her words, frowning. "I don't know if I believe in powers being inherently twisted. How they're used is more important." Briar could grow a beautiful garden or rip a person apart with thorns. Tris had grown up thinking she was a monster, and now look at her.