Chapter 5
Cassian hardly recognized Wen after her bath. Nenet had put her in a clean tunic, combed her hair, and gotten all the sand off her face. She looked every inch a noble, especially with the upturned nose and narrowed eyes. Her gaze slid over the contents of Cassian’s study, taking in the book shelf along the wall, the table, and weaver’s loom set up beside the window.
“How do you feel?” Cassian asked her. “Any better?”
Nenet nudged her. “You answer Master Cassian.”
“No,” the child said.
A ghost of a grin lit Nenet’s face. “No, you won’t answer? Or no, you don’t feel better?”
“I don’t feel better.”
“Master,” Nenet said, “may I take her to bed? She’ll need to get plenty of sleep.”
Cassian nodded. “Thank you, Nenet. I’ll have another bed sent over so you can stay in there toni
