25: Ryann
Ryann
Ryann didn’t trust the reports until Keelin walked into the room, accompanied by Tallia. She couldn’t suppress her smile.
Keelin nodded, and there was a hint of a smile in her eyes. But her face was drawn. The mission had taken a great deal out of her.
“We owe you many thanks,” Annys said, rising and waving a hand to offer the two remaining seats around the table.
This was Annys’ meeting room. She’d told Ryann that it was better for debriefs, being less formal than her office. While most of the space was taken up with the faux-wood table and chairs, there were a couple of honeyrose in the corners, the stems winding up wire lattices, the orange blooms ready to burst.
“Still lost Bulk One.” Keelin collapsed into one of the chairs.
Tallia took the other. Her skin was da
