“How do you feel, daughter?”
“Considering this is the first time that I have been well enough to the point of getting up, I feel fine. There is only so much time a woman can spend cooped up in a wagon while the world goes by. I have missed the steady passing of the countryside. They should make better windows in these things.” Anita pointed at the wagon with a skeletal finger, and Zya was shocked to realise how much weight Anita had lost. As if sensing that thought, Anita curled her hand and looked at it, turning it around and then stretching her fingers out. “My, I do have some catching up to do on my food.”
“It's nice to see you up and around.” Zya reached out to help Anita down from the wagon, but the older woman pulled her arm back.
“I don't know you, girl.” Anita gave her a cold gl
