Later that night, Star sat in the officer’s lounge with River and Madas while Ajaska, Torak, and Gril met with Jazin, Dakar, Armet, and Jarmen in the commander’s conference room. Star and River were about to argue with the men, but Madas had gently taken both of their arms in her larger hands and pulled them away. Star looked at her friend who seemed to be a little darker green than before.
“Madas, are you okay?” Star asked as they each sat curled up on a couch with a cup of hot tea. “You look a little greener than before.”
Madas blushed a darker shade of green, tan, and red, and lowered her lashes. “Gril was very upset that I was wounded,” she began hesitantly.
Star sat forward with a fierce scowl on her face. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” she demanded.
“No, no…” Madas stammered befor
