“Red Hawk is in a mood,” Lirika announces, bustling into the cabin. I lie wrapped in a blanket on the floor, staring at the wall before me, and wonder if she will go away if I don’t move.
mood“Are you sulking too? Oi, get up now! I can’t deal with two of you grumping about.”
She gives my back a nudge with the tip of her boot.
I jerk around to glare at her. “I haven’t been sulking, I’ve been thinking.”
She grins down at me, a tray in her hands. “I’ve brought a snack, grumpy. Get up and eat. We’ve work to do.” She sets the tray on the floor and starts folding blankets with a vengeance.
I grimace and force myself to sit up. The quiet has given me a little space to try to understand what Bren’s admission actually means. In terms of practical considerations, there seems to be very little d
