Qeya River šest

He anticipated that any day now, he would be summoned and cued up for departure. He had yet to come to know the grey man, but found himself more distracted by thoughts of what might happen in his absence. He weighed his options and found Sun Eater had ended up with the better hand. All the same, he couldn’t just flatten his cards and fold.

He had hunted a jackrabbit for Senka, with the intention of finding her; his task was made simple when she called for him, though he felt his anxiety spike. 

Fate had come to force his hand, but with only a featherlight touch. 

He presented her with the meal, gesturing with his chin that she should eat it, and that he’d refuse the offer if she made to share it. 

He let the silence settle in for a moment, but found it heavy. He drew in a breath.

There’s something we should talk about.