Once all their goodbyes were said, they got in the car and started their long trek back to the border. Yakir usually would have preferred to fly so he could get there faster, but as Zirri nestled herself into him he relaxed and enjoyed the ride as he took in Anilorac from his window. After a few minutes, he recognized the change in her breathing and, without looking, he knew she had fallen asleep. It didn’t surprise him. It wasn’t like he was letting her get much rest to begin with, for almost a week apparently.
His mind wandered into his conversation with Zirri’s mothers. His mother was able to get quite a few interracial couples to come to the hotel for the halflings. When he was obsessing over Zirri and focused on his task for the children, he also could recall a lot of the purebloods
