Chapter 27
Isika sat gingerly on a pile of cabbages, vibrating with impatience. Ben and Brigid sat nearby, filling each other in on what had been going on since they left Azariyah. She heard snippets, but couldn't follow everything. She had nearly forgotten her injuries, focused on getting away and finding Jerutha, but now, sitting still, she had time to realize that her whole body ached. It hurt even to blink. She sighed.
Aria sat a little way away, on the floor beside a wooden box, but at Isika's sigh, she stood and walked to sit beside her sister, looking into her face. Isika felt her own face soften, looking back at the sister she had believed dead for so many years. Aria's brown eyes were familiar. They looked just like Isika's mother's eyes: deep, soft brown, tilted up at the corne
