AARYN
A moment later Aaryn followed all of their gazes to find Gar sitting, sullen, but shifting uncomfortably, and staring at his own hands.
"Gar?" Aaryn asked carefully.
"I need to speak with you privately," Gar muttered.
Anger flashed. The urge was there to force Gar to admit whatever he was about to say in front of the others. But given their glances, Aaryn figured they already knew, or suspected. And he didn't want to have to filter himself if he inadvertently invited something from Gar that the others shouldn't be involved in.
So with a muttered curse, he got up from the chair and started stalking back to the sleeping cave—a tunnel that branched off the back of the main cave where several sleeping platforms had been caved into the walls, and the disformed were allowed to stay if there were problems at home.
