6
Desa sat alone in one of the abandoned tents, resting. She had spent the last half hour Infusing new bullets along with her rings, bracelets and belt buckle. All in all, she had come out of this battle ahead. No major injuries, only a few scrapes and bruises. The Ether’s healing touch had made short work of those, but she was still tired.
Tired and reluctant to see the others. She couldn’t quite put her finger on why, but something made her want to stay out of sight. Maybe it was the fact that she would be leaving in the morning. Tearful good-byes would only make that harder.
Grunting and cursing, Kalia ducked into the tent and knelt on the soft rug. The woman looked as if she had been riding hard for three days without sleep. “So,” she said. “Are we going to talk about it?”
“Talk ab
