The carriage rolled out of Sciolto two hours after sunrise, and Katarina was in fine form.
"I'm just saying."
"Please stop," Pirra said, arms crossed and her head resting on top of them.
"No, no, I'm not judging you, she's good, isn't she?"
"Stop."
"Seeing her fold you like a letter was crazy, though."
Pirra lifted her head and pouted at Katarina, her whole face going tomato red, and made a noise that was half whine and half complaint.
"Kaaaaaat!"
Katarina cackled.
Tavia was across from them with her feet up on the bench, eating a piece of dried fruit and looking pleased about something unrelated to the conversation. Ludo was in a different carriage today, which was the only reason Pirra was still alive and hadn't fully dissolved into the upholstery.
"Pirra. Pirra. Look at me."
"No."
"Pirra."
"What?"
"How were her..."
"I will throw a book at you."
"You only brought six. You can't afford to lose one."
