By the time Izramith could finally convince her stomach to accept some food and keep it there, the light was bright outside. She dozed on the large bed when the door opened and Dashu came in.
She wore her black uniform again, with a five-pointed star embroidered on the chest. Her hair was, Asto-style, tied back in a tight ponytail. She bowed before the bed and proceeded to unpack several items from a bag. Something made out of cloth.
“What’s that for?” Izramith asked, raising herself on one elbow.
“Your clothes. You can’t go about the streets looking like you’ve come straight from Hedron.”
“I have come straight from Hedron.”
“Yeah, well, you still can’t walk around looking like it. People will put the two together and figure out that you’re a guard.”
And no one liked having Hedron gu
