THOSE WHO GUARD THE ANGE’EL
“You all right?” Quinn sat beside Bastian under the shade of a tree. She’d been trying to appear strong in order to calm her brother and sisters, but the gravity of the situation was starting to get to her.
“So-so. You?” Bastian replied.
“A bit worried,” she winced.
“Yeah, me too.” He placed his arm around her shoulders, and she slumped into him.
“You think Dad will be okay?” She was hoping for some reassurance.
“We’ll make sure he is, right?”
“Right!” Quinn said, looking up to meet his eyes. “He’s strong, but I’ve seen a Wali’ingooteer once; they’re huuuge . . . and he’s still recovering. What are we going to do?”
“We wait and see Quinny. We wait and see.”
They sat in silence for several minutes, simmering in their own thoughts.
“Bas.”
“Yes.”
“Why d
