For the next couple days it was almost too obvious that Danell and his family were trying to keep her mind off the money, making Theora a bit glad that Quil's training gave her a reasonable excuse to avoid them; every day she got home so sore and battered, she could pretend she was too tired to go have dinner at their house. She was also genuinely too tired to spend time tossing and turning in her bed every evening, but whenever she wasn't training or sleeping, a growing sense of anxiety was occupying her mind. Theora had never had to think about money this much before; although her dad wasn't earning much, their village was too tight a community to let anybody starve. Now, however, she couldn't help but reminisce about how her mom was always calculating, taking notes, and being so severe
