Chapter 30 TALULLAH
“Now?” Talullah asked. Pale blue light diffused through the lanterns lining the hallway. She fidgeted with the clay rose in her pocket.
“Afraid so,” Jothi said. “Come in.” They opened their door and stepped back, gesturing for Talullah to enter.
“It’s late. I’m not really in the mood for a chat.”
“I wouldn’t bother you if it wasn’t important. I promise. Please. I have tea.”
“Alright, fine.” Talullah closed her own door and entered Jothi’s room. Their blankets were still tucked tightly around the bed. Clothing littered the room, tossed over the mirror here and in a pile on the floor there. A few hung from hooks near the window. It smelled of chamomile tea and ginger. Steam rose from a mug next to a plate of untouched cookies on Jothi’s desk.
Jothi poured a fresh mu
