Redsand Canyon the cottonwood

tamar nodded fiercely, still turned away from him.

"i should return to my own." she was embarrassed. the girl swallowed and willed the tears away; she looked back at glaukos, but not quite into his eyes.

"i will — perhaps we could have a meal again. i promise i will not cry every time."

but if she stayed now then she would. tamar put her head down and near dashed away from the soldier, ensconcing herself in the married-housing for the remainder of the hour.