“Certainly,” Zaqose said, his back to us as he worked. “But not well enough to read labels or the hash marks on graduated cylinders. I assume you want me to be precise.”
“I suppose.” Pariah leaned her head back against her pillow.
I could tell she wanted to ask if she should get her hopes up. I wished I knew. “I think those lights are good for your skin. Maybe you should cozy up to that one, Pariah.”
“What are you implying, Vida?”
“That the sands of time only go one way, my friend.”
“Tell me about it.”
Damas slinked into the room, visible once again. He pushed the door shut behind him with his tail.
“If I live, I’ll do my best to clear you of trouble.” Pariah closed her eyes. “You may recall that I’ve been labeled a suspect, too, but I heard a few things while Mood was in here quest
