Her mum smiled fondly at her gran. “Then I"ll disobey you.”
Her gran sniffed. “You always were a wilful child.”
“And the rest of us?” asked Cait. It seemed her mum and her gran had worked everything out already. Dire as their situation was she still felt annoyed.
Her mum turned to Ran and spoke in the Andar language Cait had heard previously. She watched as Ran paused for a moment. She wondered if he was going to refuse. But then he nodded his head in assent. He would go to Angere, too.
“Your accent was very poor,” said her gran. “If you"d heard it spoken as much as I have you"d never have pronounced inlaind like that.”
“I"ll get by. And besides, you won"t be able to find a cup of tea anywhere in Angere.”
Her gran made a hmphing noise, clearly not convinced.
Her mum turned to look a
