Chapter Nineteen
Kawalski sat on the grass after supper, leaning back against a log. Liada sat cross-legged beside him, talking, listening to him, making hand signs, laughing. The two had been inseparable for the past three days. Even when he was on guard duty, she walked beside him, with her bow and arrows in a quiver across her back.
On the other side of the campfire, Cateri sat on a log, while Sarge knelt on the ground, removing the bandage from her arm. She flinched, jerking away her arm. When he looked up at her in alarm, she grinned and whispered a couple words. He didn’t understand the words, but he’d learned to interpret what she wanted to convey by her body language and expressions.
“Yeah, very funny.” When he had the bandage off, he inspected the wound. “The stitches look good
