After dinner, there was tea, and much talk and silly games by the twins. By the time Izramith and her team left, it was too late to go swimming. She pretended to be sad about that.
Dashu and Loxa walked off to their home. Apparently they rented rooms in the same house from a local family. Eris went to his family and Izramith and Wairin walked together into Market Street. The presence of his silent form next to her brought memories of the smell of dry grass, of sitting in the sun all day, clutching a gun and staring at the haze at the horizon. And knowing that somewhere in the hideout behind her was another fighter with a gun whose body would keep her warm when the sunlight faded.
“Big family, hah?” he said, and even his accent reminded her of Abbasi.
Izramith nodded. A big, funny, bicke
