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“You are an impertinent minx,” Nuritin said drily.
“Take care someone does not shorten that clever
tongue.”
“I do, all the time,” Aly assured her earnestly.
Shaking her head, Nuritin left the infirmary, shutting
the door behind her.
Someone had left fresh clothes on the bench at the
foot of Aly's bed. Her bead necklace lay on top of
them. As soon as Nuritin had gone, Trick and Secret
thrust heads up from their large connecting bead
disguises. Aly set them gently on the bed, kissing each
tiny head quickly.
“Thank you for helping me up there,” she told the
darkings softly as she put on a breast band and began
to wrap her sarong around her body. She checked the
seams. All of her thin, needle-like knives were in place.
“Had to help,” Trick said. “Crow gods annoying.”
“But fun,” Secret pointed out.