"Aren't you done yet?" Massa whined as Prita reached for the bag of blood. She opened it and poured the liquid contents into a cup.
"Stop complaining. Why don't you be more like your brother? You know, quiet?" she asked, sipping carefully at the cup.
"Sia is a patient man. I'm not."
Sia looked up at the mention of his name. He was seated cross-legged on Massa's bed. Massa's wing was the safest at the moment because Sia wasn't so sure Ruarc's wives would keep shut about a vraugmita being in the palace.
"That's a shame because I'm bound to make you wait," Prita countered, slurping what was left in the cup.
"I'll wait for you, Prita," Massa stated seriously.
Prita only rolled her eyes, reaching for another bag of warm blood. She stopped, however, at Sia's command.
"That's enough," the
