Regrets and Gifts
‘You should’ve woken me.’ Irenya heard her voice falter. ‘I could’ve helped.’
Leachim stood in the middle of the room, his hands clasped over his waist. He sounded flat and resigned. ‘There was nothing we could do for Yashi except be with him.’ He murmured to his hands. ‘May he find respite in the shelter of Meia’s wing.’
The passage door opened and Aeryl appeared. She released a small sigh and looked about her as if she had not noticed her apartment for some time. Leachim roused himself and announced he needed to visit a patient with stomach inflammation. He embraced them both, slung a canvas bag over his shoulder, and left.
Aeryl knuckled her eyes and yawned.
Irenya asked, ‘Where’s his… where’s Yashi?’
The herbalist nodded in the direction of the bedroom. ‘I need
