When Ari had finished her work, Sastra felt less lightheaded. The Rodan’s sister paused to scold her brother one last time before rolling her eyes and stepping out from the tent. Kivan had moved away, dropping down onto one of the large cushions. He lay back, propping his head on a second and closed his eyes. About to leave, Sastra stood, her movements slow and careful. She, like Kivan had lost blood and despite the healing, she knew it would take some time to feel herself again.
Erk entered with two bowls of a hot pottage, oats and what looked like some kind of cured pink meat with a few peas. He nodded and placed a bowl before her, then Kivan before he withdrew. But not without a smirk that she found difficult to understand.
Sastra edged onto one of the large square cushions, finding i
