82: Ryann
Ryann
Ryann needed a shower. She needed a long sleep and a decent meal too. She’d settle for a nap and a snack, though. She’d let the others recover first.
A good commander always put their crew first.
As Keelin flew over the desert and away from the city, she’d treated Deva and Brice for their injuries. They were only minor—even Brice’s legs were only mildly singed, nowhere near as badly burnt as the state of his trousers suggested. All the pair needed was some medi-wipes and a few bandages.
It was routine work, and it gave Ryann time to collect her thoughts.
They’d talked, briefly. Nobody wanted to discuss the future beyond getting far away from Athelios. She’d been surprised that no more craft had followed them, but Keelin said she was flying dark. That meant without l
