Abrial slept in Finley's tent that night on a thin blanket roll. Finley had offered to share the prepared bedroll with her, but she had refused adamantly, remembering with a burning face what Shin Minyeo had said:
Who says that women can't love one another like that?
Shut up! Abrial had barked in her head.
Shin Minyeo's voice had faded away, laughing amusedly.
In the morning, Finley took Abrial to the nearest dining tent.
Finley's tent was at the outskirts of the camp, so that when you exited, you could gaze out over the curving landscape of hills and towering mountains. When Finley turned to lead Abrial back into the maze of tents, Abrial's face went slightly green. She took a deep breath.
"Are you all right, Abrial?"
Abrial breathed out slowly, closing her eyes. Then she opened them, pulling a big grin over her face.
"I'm fine."
Finley's eyebrows folded with concern.
