LERRIN
Twenty minute later Lerrin was beginning to breathe more easily. His body was still weak, but the pain was beginning to ebb.
"You're amazing," he said softly. Suhle had sat right next to him. He felt good enough to lift an arm—wincing—to put over her shoulders. She tried to scold him, but he wanted to be closer to her.
Neither of them had spoken much after he'd forced down the paste she gave him, then drank a good deal of water, trying to rid himself of the flavor.
But now the time was passing and the guard would be there soon. He could feel Suhle tensing under his arm.
"Don't worry," he instructed. "This is a time for making decisions. I doubt… I doubt whatever action they decide to take will happen right away. I'm guessing they'll want to announce it to the people first. So… we'll have time. No matter what."
"You can't know that," Suhle said. "And if they don't banish you…."
