It wasn’t until late the next morning that they were allowed out of customs, into the city. Rina Saalesh went to the nearest worthy inn. It was one of the multitudes crowded near the harbor, this one called The Grace’s Hospice. The moment she checked in, she disappeared into her room and didn’t emerge again for several days.
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Syrina woke up on the floor next to the bed, almost twenty-four hours after she fell asleep, Triglav was outside on the windowsill, gazing in at her with curious sleepy eyes.
She felt more rested than she had in a long while, despite her lack of need for much sleep. She’d found it hard to relax at sea and allowing herself an extended rest fit with Rina’s image if anyone was watching. She let Triglav in through the window and dressed not as Rina, but as a peasa
