hands resting atop the heavy wool skirt
covering her skinny knees. “What do you
worry will happen to them, Yrene?”
Yrene flicked her braid over a shoulder. “I
wanted to make sure I’d counted right.”
“Again.”
Yrene pocketed the piece of parchment and
swept up her fur-lined cloak from where she’d
tossed it over a crate. “When we’re on the
battlefields, keeping stock of our supplies—”
“Will be vital, yes, but also impossible.
When we’re on the battlefields, girl, you’ll be
lucky if you can even find one of these tins
amid the chaos.”
“That’s what I’m trying to avoid.”
The Healer on High offered her a
sympathetic sigh. “People will die, Yrene. In
horrible, painful ways, they will die, and even
you and I will not be able to save them.”
Yrene swallowed. “I know that.” If they did
lily
(lily)
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