~ SASHA ~
After a few more awkward moments with Yhet Sasha had made excuses to be by herself—and she didn't miss how his eyes brightened. When she'd gone into the little house, she'd taken a drink of water from the hand-powered pump in the kitchen, then fallen onto the bed, fully clothed, and cried. But not for long. Because she really was exhausted and had fallen asleep within minutes.
She was still asleep when Yhet knocked at the door to take her to dinner. She'd had to rinse her mouth out, finger-comb her hair, then dart out to the little platform and let him pull her down like a child in the arms of their father.
He'd walked her through the woods again, asking her if she was okay, and she'd been fine—bleary-eyed, and confused, but fine.
Now she was sitting at the one of the tables, Kyelle across from her, Yhet to her side, blinking and staring at everything, and everyone.
It was surreal. Everything looked different.
