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Going Home

“Yes, yes, you are on the ground,” said Breyd, stuttering slightly over her relief that he was okay—and not a little bit of irritation now at his recklessness. “Are you okay?”

“Good morning, dalah’surfal.” Breyd’s voice and the sound of the curtains being drawn back roused Evelos from his doze. He spent a moment staring at her, blinking in the fresh sun, before sitting up. It wasn’t as hard for him now, Breyd observed, but his lack of muscle tone still made her worry. “Do you think you could stand on your own today?” she asked. “You’ll be coming home.”

“I’ll try,” said Evelos. 

“After breakfast,” replied Breyd with firmness, and slid a bowl of broth under his chin. “Eat up, love. Or drink up, as it were.”

“My favorite,” said Evelos dryly.  Continue reading “Going Home”