The Hattai, from his side of the table, looked at us for more than just a second this time, as if we were an interesting show to watch. Alexander turned his head to the other side so I could put another patch on him, and sighed. He didn’t wipe the pleasant smile off his face. He was doing a good job staying relaxed, if that was the goal of this rather pointless conversation. He kept his large hand still on Sasha’s little belly, because the girl had already closed her eyes (but probably wouldn’t let go of his fingers). We fell silent again. I heard Donkey talking about dragons, and I carefully placed another dressing on Alexander’s temple. I was almost done.
And since we were already talking to calm our nerves (because that’s what we were doing, after all—pretending everything was fine and
