“I believe at this point you should call me by my given name,” he grinned.
Tory smiled back. “Have you had nutria before, Yulen?”
“I believe so. Although I’ll be honest and admit that after eating Atty’s cooking these past few months, I’ve found there’s very little that isn’t edible if it’s fixed properly.”
Tory nodded, taking her seat next to her husband. “Then you’ve probably had it. Can I offer my thanks for coming back to Wallis?” She gave Fortune a quick but scathing glance. “Sometimes our Council can be over-zealous in their decisions.”
“Understandable.” Looking to his wife, Yulen let Atty know where her tent had been erected. “I may be a couple more hours before I can retire.”
“Just don’t be alarmed when you see me gone when you get up.”
“Going out?” he asked her.
“Ye
