Anak tugged at MeiLan's sleeve as they left the restaurant, pulling her aside. "Miss," she whispered, casting a sidelong glance at Master Long. "I don't think this man is entirely sane. We should leave him alone."
MeiLan patted her hand. "We should be kind to those who are less fortunate," she replied softly, "it's not his fault that he is the way he is. Let's buy the man a nice cloak so that he will be warm and comfortable."
