He nodded slowly. That sounded about right. The Sword Divers had really done a number on h— wait, what was that first part?
“Killed me?” he asked incredulously.
“I didn’t say that!” Kirielle protested, suddenly entering the room and carrying a bowl of soup in her hands. “Mother is just making things up! It’s just that I… um…”
“Relax, Kiri,” Zorian sighed. “There is no way you jumping on top of me could have caused this.”
The silence that followed clued him in that he’d made some sort of mistake. What did he…?
Oh. Oh damn.
“How’d you know I did that?” asked Kirielle.
“Because… that’s what you always do?” Zorian tried, his mind still a little fuzzy and unresponsive. Probably why he made that kind of stupid mistake in the first place. “Hey, how about that soup, huh? Is that for
