Chapter Thirty-Four
DEBRIEF
It was dark and cold. Heavy rain beat against the tent. Ubaid turned as Malena whimpered in her sleep, a deep, drug and song induced stupor she would not wake from until late next morning. He hoped her dreams were kind. Three more beds lined the walls, but only two were occupied. In the distance he could hear the miners’ dirge for their dead and was glad it was not the Uri’madu singing for their navigator on this unforgiving night.
Alis settled closer, attuned as ever to his moods. Too tired for conversation, they sat staring into the fire. The cups of broth held loosely in their hands smelled comfortingly plain.
Ubaid looked up as the door flap parted and Daric came to sit with them. The Enna’s haze drooped with exhaustion.
“Thank you for your efforts toda
