Marlee and Tyris have made plans to try to repair his ship the next day, and only now, as they are settling down for the night, does Tyris think to voice his questions.


“Why am I here, in your house I mean? Not that I mind, but isn’t there somewhere, well, more suitable, I could be?”

Marlee relaxed and said, “I’ve been living here alone since Nelor left, so it made sense.”

He didn’t reply and Marlee was wondering if he’d fallen asleep, when asked softly, “Did you think it made sense, or were you forced to take me in?”

Marlee smiled into the darkness. “Oh, I volunteered.