Three hours later, Sarah was back in the Command tent picking at a plate of vegetables and warmed-up fruit. Sitting across from her with his back turned was Sangye. He had left her alone since her tirade earlier that morning, busying himself with going over the weather forecasts and checking in with the climbing team via the base radio. Sarah watched him, feeling a mixture of anger, fear, and regret. At last she cleared her throat. “Sangye?”
He turned around and faced her with his ever-present smile. “Ho?”
“I’m sorry about this morning. I was upset and I took it out on you.”
“Is all right. How you feel?”
Sarah shrugged. “Like I’ve been kicked in the stomach.”
“You sick?”
She coughed a couple of times. “No.” She popped a carrot in her mouth. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Have
