13
IN THE EVENING, we all gathered in the living room for dinner.
Everyone cheered as I came in, walking independently across the hall from the hub to the table. I was improving in leaps and bounds. My leg was still a bit itchy, but no longer painful. I would almost be back to normal after a good meal and a good sleep.
Eirani clasped her hands together. “Look at you, Muri, getting so much better already.”
I sat down at my usual spot: in the middle of the long end of the table, facing the window. It was dark outside, and beyond the balcony—where the evidence of the storm had been cleaned up—loomed the black darkness of the marshlands, where Robert and Melissa were in some sort of trouble.
“He’ll be back to annoying everyone very soon,” Nicha said, still talking about me.
“Well, let’s
