“Hello? Koran?”
With the old phone handset stuck between my shoulder and left ear, I tried to put on the pants Ragni's wife had found for me. They were made of a rough canvas less flexible than denim and probably a size below mine.
Why can I never find clothes that fit me?!
“Puppy! Damn it! I thought you were dead!”
“Well...”
“Where are you? Are you okay? At least you’re not hurt?”
“We’re still at Water...”
“Is Cahl with you? Did you manage to save Ulrich?”
“Koran! Is it too much to ask you to let me get a word in!”
A little silence answered my outburst of an exhausted woman.
My fingers automatically came to massage my forehead suffering from a world-class headache.
“It's... it's complicated, we'll explain it all to you in person. The most urgent thing right now is that we have
