GARWIN WAS LOOKING better than he had the last time Cariad had seen him, which felt like a long time ago. Though his hair was grayer than ever, he’d filled out a little and had lost his despairing look. Should she speak to Osias about setting him free? It seemed extremely unlikely that he had anything to do with the Natural Movement.
He’d been lying on his bunk reading an interface when Cariad went into his cabin. He put the screen down and sat up. “Cariad. It’s good to see you. Sit down.”
“How are you doing? You seem better.”
“I do feel better, thanks. Cooped up here, I’ve had plenty of time on my hands to go over everything. You know, it’s odd, but I still miss Twyla a lot, though I’m getting a bit more used to the fact that she’s gone.”
This remark threw Cariad into a moment of conf
