“Please, Geel,” said Jerez tearfully. “Join us in remembrance. Let your father’s love fill your blood. Let him be part of you. How he held you when you were in fever. You were five and almost died. Sit with our family again.”
As she spoke, Kerren poked her head into the conversation. “I will not eat with this man,” she said indicating Geel. “It was his report that set Voz on to Derren. You’d dine with the son who killed his father? I see you now with no honour.”
“You are no friend!” said Jerez forcefully to Kerren. “It was your weakness had us on report in the first place. A sore back and a sore leg? More likely work was just too hard.”
Kerren moved forward and pushed her best friend in the chest, tempting a descent into violence.
“Break it up,” called Voz, moving to tear the women at
