Moonspear Stiffen up that upper lip.

Oh, well, that was good. Well, not good. Better, though. That it wasn't all this grim was certainly better. Lilitu felt a little more at peace at the notion of it—putting something broken back together. That was much more to her liking, although. . .they couldn't find the owner of that missing leg and return it? Place it back where it belonged?

Maybe she was being childish. It probably didn't work that way. But it was a nice thought, and it got her mind off her father, at least.

How long have you been a medic? she asked, wondering if Bridget had gotten into it early or if it had taken some time. Lilitu didn't really know what she wanted to do with herself, with her life. Mama was a leader. Perhaps one day, she could be a leader, too.

Being a leader seemed far superior to dealing with dismembered bodies.