43: Keelin
Keelin
Keelin got Deva’s message, told Chiron she needed a break, and headed for their room. When she opened the door Deva was already there, a couple of bowls on the table, glasses filled with water. And Deva wore a painful smile.
“Hey,” Deva said. “Didn’t pull you away from anything important, did I?”
“Going through files. Glad for a bit of time away, to be honest.” Keelin looked down at the table. “What’s up with the food?”
“You got meals ready the last couple of days. Reckoned it was my turn.”
Keelin wanted to tell Deva she shouldn’t have worried, that Keelin liked preparing food. But instead she smiled. “Thanks. Looks good.”
They sat, and ate in silence. The food—some spicy fish and rice dish—wasn’t too bad.
“Needed that,” Keelin said, leaning back when she’d fi
