32: Ryann
Ryann
Ryann could tell, by the way he kept looking at her, that Brice had something to say, but he wouldn’t open up in front of the others. He barely said a word, just a muttered general greeting. He shuffled from foot to foot constantly.
Keelin asked if he wanted any of the food she’d prepared—there was still some in the pot. He shook his head and said he’d eaten earlier. At least, that’s what it sounded like.
When Ryann said she needed to clear her head with some fresh air, he appeared at her side by the hatch, and they descended from the landing pad together. They walked a short distance into the desert, then Ryann stopped. She took a deep breath—it was cooler this evening, and would grow cold later on, but for now it was refreshing.
“What’s up,” she asked.
He didn’t
