They returned to the study. Bron rose. “We are all in good health. Thank Ulna the White that the petite beauty drove Naffie down the stairs. She must be special to Ulna because of her unique coloring.” Naffie sat on the end of the sofa emitting a string of hiccups punctuated by an occasional sob. “Do you think Duchess is angry with me? Will she still let me be friends and sit on my lap?”
Syn moved to a large chair across the room and sat on the arm beside Naffie, placing her left arm around his shoulder and pulling him in close to her breast. “Duchess is not angry with you. She knows you didn’t understand what she was trying to tell you.”
“But earlier today I heard her. Why didn’t I hear her this time?”
“I can’t answer that, sweetheart, maybe because you were sleeping—but it doesn’t mat
