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“Sága!” Havish yelled, waking Winter, Isidor startling awake on the other side of Soule.
Havish was staring up at Kell’s face, who was leaning over him, his braids almost touching Havish’s chest.
“Good morning, Havish,” Kell said.
Kell was grinning, showing all his teeth. Havish made a face at Kell, who withdrew, still grinning, eyeing him like he might taste good. Havish sat up, Leet doing the same beside him. Lowen was suddenly there.
“Why are you all on the beach breaking ban with mud all over you?” Lowen demanded of Winter, standing over him.
Winter ignored him, looking at Soule. She was on her side, the blanket still wrapped around her, in Isidor’s arms behind her, her hands on Winter’s chest. She was asleep, her cheeks not so pale. They’d stitched her leg last night, Soule th
