Instead, she saw an opportunity.
If she was not one to seize an opportunity, then her name wasn't Yarrow Achi deZameera Zarqon, by Aradia!
She was still in charge.
"No, you're not," she said, and enjoyed the instant rebellion in three sets of eyes, albeit one set was rather bleary and bloodshot. She cut off their protests: "We leave at dawn for Mudflat. I require an escort for regiment business there."
The men were frowning, obviously wondering if they should try to plead their case. Yarrow made eye contact with Ghia, who was no doubt in charge of this jackahare-brained scheme. The healer looked at her steadily and then smiled.
"As you wish, Bellica," she said respectfully, giving Yarrow a formal curtsy.
Yarrow inclined her head. "Pack your bags, soldiers. We leave on the morn and I'
