~ JAYAH ~
Three hours later Jayah hurried towards the prison, her arms weighed down with mugs and a heated teapot. The night was chill and steam rose from her breath and also the tea pot.
When she reached the cones of light that surrounded the prison, the nearest guards looked up warily, having heard her approaching. But they smiled when they saw what she carried.
"Just a drink to warm your insides on a cold night," she murmured, praying they'd put her pounding heart down to carrying the difficult burden all the way from the healing center.
"Thank you, Jayah!"
"You're so thoughtful!"
They're very grateful.
As she gave them each a mug and began to pour, she distracted them from her task by asking how the prisoners were doing.
"It's all been very quiet. The earlier shift said there's been no disruption all day. It's good. It's been a rest for all of us."
