He rested his hand over hers, making her put down the knife. Slowly her head turned to look at him, her hazel eyes slightly glazed. He took a deep breath. Time to be her support -- isn't that my job description? "What happened at Midwinter, Anala?"
She shrugged slightly. "Saw me aunt."
She was evading. As usual. "Why has that upset you so much?"
She looked away, and tried to get up, but he held her hand fast. "Anala," he said, putting a commanding tone in his voice, "I know you think the whole world's against you, but try to remember that if it is I'm not part of that world! Tell me -- what's going on?"
Slowly, haltingly, she related all that had happened and the decision she'd made to avenge her aunt.
Now the conversation between the bellica and Ghia on Midwinter Day made much more s
