Ghian
Some wild boars had got bold enough to get into one of their cassava cultivations and one of the youths patrolling them had got a tusk shoved into her leg while trying to scare them away. The healer said she would recover, but even so, the whole commotion meant Ghian was bone tired by the time he felt he could leave the girl and her parents in the hands of the healer apprentices entrusted with supervising her through the night and seek his bed.
Aalyan had stirred as soon as he’d squeezed through the door—from experience, Ghian knew that as exhausted as he was, he could push it open but would struggle to drag it closed. He kept forgetting to ask his sister to come up with some technical solution to the issue.
“Oh, you...” His mate had jumped to his feet and gone to him, leading him
