Lion Head Mesa Let's get ethical, ethical. . .

A simple answer; she hadn't expected anything, so she drank in what she could. When he questioned her in return, she nodded, fervently. Brecheliant, she said, seizing upon the homesickness thread of their conversation. Not far from here.

She wanted to touch him, wanted to be close to him—

Lilitu took a deep breath, steadied herself. Looked at her guard. Tell me about your home, she prompted, hoping to get her mind off. . .whatever this was.

Mystifying.