*Lyra*
When Jorin gets out of the bathroom, I tell him everything. He asks to read the letter for himself, so I let him. It’s not as if there’s anything personal in there. Bram and I are just friends, after all.
Finished with the letter, Jorin hands it back to me and then stares at the cabin wall in deep thought for several moments. I’ve seen him do this a time or two before, usually when he’s making important decisions. I’ve learned to be quiet and let him think.
“If we attempt to do this,” he finally says, “we have to realize they’ll be coming for us. They won’t let us get away with it.”
“If they know it’s us,” I correct him. “After all, they probably think I’m dead, and they haven’t had any idea where you are for a long time.”
“We should probably put some bones out by that tree whe
