~ SASHA ~
When they'd finished with Nick and returned him to his guards, Yhet rolled along next to Sasha, and not for the first time she noticed how he shortened his gait to keep a pace that she could comfortably maintain.
And she noticed how preoccupied he was.
They'd left Nick at the shack and there was no one else in the village square, so as soon as they passed through the first row of trees, she put a hand up to Yhet's thick forearm.
He looked down at her, surprised. "What's wrong, Sasha-don?"
"Please don't use the title, Yhet. I was going to ask you the same thing."
Yhet grumbled and flapped one of his massive ham-sized hands. "I'm fine, Sasha, I told you. I just haven't been able to move enough lately."
"Yhet… please don't lie to me."
