Yrene sipped from her tea, cool enough
now to drink. The fresh verve of the
peppermint zapped through her, clearing her
mind and calming her stomach.
Elide said, “I don’t know if I can face that
pain again.”
Yrene nodded. “With that sort of injury, it
would require facing a great many things
inside yourself.” She smiled toward the wagon
entrance. “My husband and I just went
through one such journey together.”
“Was it hard?”
“Incredibly. But he did it. We did it.”
Elide considered, then shrugged. “We’d
have to survive this war first, I suppose. If we
live ... then we can talk about it.”
“Fair enough.”
Elide frowned at the wagon’s ceiling. “I
wonder what they’ve learned up there.”
Up in the Omega and Northern Fang, where
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