Back at the dwelling, Mira set food in front of Faelyn and sat down across from her.
Faelyn looked at the bowl. Looked at Mira.
Mira looked back.
Faelyn ate.
When the bowl was empty Mira took her wrist, counted, checked her eyes, released her. "Lie down for an hour."
"I don't need—"
"That wasn't a question." Mira stood. "Both of you," she said toward the entrance, "give her an hour."
A pause from outside.
Roshan's voice: "We're not—"
"You've walked past that entrance four times since we got back," Mira said. "I counted. An hour."
Silence.
Footsteps moving back.
Faelyn looked at the ceiling.
'She counted,' she thought. 'Of course she counted.'
[Four times,] Puffball said. [Roshan twice, Nyx once, then Roshan again. Nyx's was much quieter.]
'I would have caught it.'
[Yes,] Puffball said. [You would have.]
When Mira let them in both chiefs came through the entrance and sat down and looked at her.
