They sat in relative silence for a while, the healer of thieves and the deadrouser captain. The sugary cubes made their fingers sticky, and every now and then they cleaned their hands. Serenica didn't know why, but it felt important and relevant to her profession somehow to keep her fingers clean.
"It's nearly sunset," Spade finally said. "I miss my wife. Will you fetch her for me?"
"Of course," Serenica said. "Who am I to deny you her loving company?"
She did as he asked, finding Myorka in her workspace. It appeared like the bookkeeper had been crying, but when spoken to, her voice was stable and soft.
"You are getting along with him," Myorka said. "That is good."
"I'm still afraid of him," Serenica confessed.
"That's very rational of you."
"How are you?" the healer asked.
"Afraid of the future," the bookkeeper replied. "But that, too, is rational, isn't it?"
Serenica had to agree.
