She said it on a Thursday.
Which Nara noted only because Thursdays at bay four had accumulated a weight this year that was separate from their original weight, and because some part of her that kept track of things kept noting the Thursdays.
Not dramatically — she was sitting at the east window with Zevran beside her, looking at the city the way she'd been looking at it since eight months, the specific sustained attention. He was reading the pack communications, half his focus on the tablet and half on her, which was his resting state now.
She made a sound.
Not the frequency — the other one. The one that was becoming, had been becoming for two months, was clearly on the threshold of.
"Na," she said.
He looked up from the tablet.
She said it again.
"Na."
He held the tablet.
Nara,
