“Good morning, Selati,” Aleledai called when he looked away from the conversation he was having. He held out one of the little baskets as Selati approached, a piece of bread on top and the berries hidden under it, he assumed. Selati took his share with a smile, which Aleledai returned, but he got the sense Aleledai’s mind wasn’t on Selati’s appearance.
All the same, Selati returned Aleledai’s greeting with a smile for both Caniean. “Good morning to you both. When are we leaving?”
Srahuni didn’t lose that look on his face when he answered for Aleledai. “Once everyone is finished eating.”
“Is something the matter?” Selati winced at his question; sure it wasn’t any of his business. That happened to him sometimes, his mouth working without his mind’s consent.
“No,” Srahuni answered anyway,
