(Isla)
The street opened up past the music stall into something wider, more crowded, the kind of section of the market where everything smelled different every few steps. Roasted meat from one direction. Something sweet from another. A woman frying flat bread on a griddle right there in the open air, the sound of it loud and satisfying, the smell stopping me completely.
Sera didn't notice for a few seconds. Then she turned back.
"That one?" she said.
"That one," I said.
She didn't argue. Even the healer who'd been muttering about my pace all morning didn't say anything, mostly because she'd already bought two of them herself and was working through the second one while pretending she hadn't.
I handed over the coins and bit into it standing right there on the street and didn't care wh
