LIORA’S POV
The water had gone cold.
I knew it had gone cold because I could feel it, the temperature sitting flat and still around me with none of the earlier warmth left in it. I knew I should get out. I had been knowing that for a while now. And yet I stayed where I was, my arms resting on the edges of the tub, my chin tipped down, looking at nothing in particular.
Myra moved around the tent behind me, folding things, arranging things, performing the quiet industry she defaulted to when she was giving me space without actually giving me space. I could feel her watching me between tasks.
“The water’s cold,” she said finally.
“I know.”
A pause. “Are you going to get out?”
“In a moment.”
Another pause, longer this time. Then I heard her set something down and come closer. She crouc
