EVA LEVESQUE
It was after dinner when I decided to tell Sigrid about what I learned from Phal. It felt like there were tiny bugs crawling in my chest and the excitement is just growing over time. I know that it’s not right to celebrate something so early, but if Sigrid knew that it wasn’t entirely his fault, maybe his mood could change even a little bit.
“Eva, can you pass me that blanket?” Jay asked when I passed by the tent.
“Sure.”
“It’s in the carriage on the left right near the exit,” he said and coughed, “I’m sorry, just feeling a little bit under the weather.”
“No, it’s fine,” I assured him, and walked toward the carriage where Sigrid usually sleeps. The carriage’s entrance is high, there is a metal thing that you’re supposed to climb on before reaching the entrance.
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