She wore the green dress.
Alterations required, which she had known and had not mentioned until Sera appeared on Thursday with pins and the specific competence of someone who had been altering her sister's clothes since they were teenagers.
"Sit down," Sera said.
"I can stand," Nara said.
"You're thirty-five weeks and you've been on your feet since six am," Sera said. "Sit."
Nara sat.
Maren, on the floor nearby with the stack of soft books Draven had organised by size, looked up briefly. Assessed the situation. Returned to the books. Seven months old and already doing the Malketh assessment thing.
"She gets that from him," Nara said.
"She gets everything from him," Sera said, around a pin. "She assessed me this morning before deciding whether to be friendly." A pause. "She decided
