"You knew!" Rian accused Lori at breakfast the next day.

She rolled her eyes. "Rian, everyone knew," Lori said. "People in the next table knew, why wouldn't I know when it was happening right in front of me?"

"We knew!" someone in the next table over confirmed, followed by a chorus of laughter. "And so did the table next to us!"

Rian groaned. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"If you recall, I distinctly said that if you didn't know—"

"—you wouldn't tell me," Rian finished with a sigh. "Ugh, I knew that phrase was something terrible to dread."

"Oh? You think this situation is dreadful?" Lori said as she let her eyes drift over his shoulder. She had to admit, she was enjoying this. "Shouldn't you tell them their intentions are unwanted, then? Preferably before they further embarrass themselves publicly?"

Rian immediately looked conflicted. "Well… it's not that it's unwanted, really… I've just never been in this situation before! I didn't think it was humanly possible to be in this situation! I mean, I'm not particularly good looking—"

"I wouldn't know," Lori said.

"—so I don't really understand what not one but three beautiful women would possibly see in me."

"I don't either, unless they wanted a useful subordinate for getting people to do things for them," Lori agreed.

"… all right, I'm pretty sure that's not my only good point," Rian said, finally finding enough pride to try and defend himself. "I'm now also an accomplished ship builder."

"Literally every part of the boat was made by someone else, you just drew some lines on a piece of wood while sleep deprived," Lori said blandly.

"I am an accomplished boat designer," Rian smoothly corrected. "And construction manager!"

"And do you think that's something women are interested in?"

Rian paused, then deflated. "No, probably not… which isn't helping!"

"Perhaps you should stop trying to analyze the situation?" Lori said. "Just accept the fact that they are, for unknown reasons, interested in you?"

"But why?" Rian said, sounding genuinely confused. "I mean, they're all smart, skilled, accomplished, beautiful women who are really nice and thoughtful and generous with their time when someone needs help. Riz seems to be everybody's friend and knows people who are a lot better looking than me, Umu is hard working and Mikon is really friendly and… all right, I'll be honest, I thought she liked Riz, what with that kiss and all. But the three of them are perfect! Why would they…" He trailed off, frowning. "You're smiling. Why are you smiling? Why—?"

Abruptly he groaned, his head falling into his hands. "They're right behind me, aren't they?"

"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you," Lori said, smirking.

"If I hadn't already decided I was never going to leave this demesne, I'd leave this demesne," Rian said, voice muffled by his hands. "I didn't know you were into these sick pleasures when I agreed to work for you… "

"I didn't know they were so enjoyable before you agreed to work for me."

Rian sighed. "So again, it's somehow my fault."

Mikon, who was indeed behind him with the other two, patted him on the shoulder. "We think you're wonderful too, Rian," she said, kissing the back of his neck again, making Rian jerk upright, face reddening. "Now, no need to be embarrassed, you sit here and talk with her Bindership about last minute things while I go get your food."

"I… don't think there's anything to talk about…" Rian mumbled, staring fixedly past Lori.

"Don't handle the ice cubes with bare hands," Lori said. "At least not after the blood has been removed. They'll become so cold they'll stick to someone's hand and the cold will be intense enough to cause injury on contact." She tilted her head as she realized something. "Not right away though, removing the blood from the ice will only keep me from imbuing them, but they won't actually run out of imbuement until about a day later. So make sure you remove the blood a day before you need to use it."

"We'll leave you to talk to her Bindership," Mikon said, giving Rian another pat on the shoulder, which made him twitch again. "Go on you two, greet him good morning and let's get the food."

Umu wore the face of someone mildly rebellious and clearly wondering why Mikon was telling them what to do, but nevertheless leaned forward and kissed Rian's cheek. Riz, equally bemused, did so as well on his other side, even as she glanced at Mikon, clearly having heard Rian's comment. She and Umu both glared at each other over Rian's head as laughter and whoops sounded out around them.

Mikon sighed and grabbed their hands. "Come on you two, or her Bindership might decide we're not being civil enough."

The two switched the glares at her, suspicion rising again, but glanced towards Lori. Lori made a motion to wave them away. "Riz, you have your duties," she reminded her.

The three moved off, Mikon in the lead.

"There's something going on there…" Rian said, finally looking up from his intense scrutiny at the table.

"How would you know? You're clearly impaired when it comes to noticing these things," Lori said.

"Yes, well, now that I know there might be something to see, I'm looking," he said.

"Hmm… well, stop staring at their behinds and face me, we still have more last moment things to discuss."

"I wasn't—! All right, technically I was, but not specifically!"

"Rian, focus. Stop thinking about their behinds."

"You were literally the one who brought it up!" Rian sighed. "All right, all right, business. So, there's a very good chance the harvest will be while I'm away."

Lori blinked. "The what?"

"The harvest? You know, when we take the grain off the plants we've been growing to store for later?" Rian said. "When that happens, everyone will have to drop what they're doing to help get the vigas in." He frowned. "At least, that's how I heard these things go, but those are generally talking about larger fields than the ones we have. When that happens, I strongly suggest you have a holiday to congratulate the farmers for all they did for planting and taking care of the fields."

"That sounds like something you should tell Riz, I'm not going to remember that."

Rian paused, then nodded. "You're right, I should tell her. Please listen to her, all right?"

"I will listen to her about as much as I listen to you."

"That little, huh? Well, I suppose that's the best she can hope for. And I'll admit, I'd be a little annoyed if you listened to her more than you listen to me…"

Silence fell, as Rian clearly tried to remember anything else to he needed to tell her.

"I… think that's all?" Rian said tentatively. "Nothing else comes to mind…"

"Nor to my mind either," Lori mused.

They sat in silence.

"So… I asked one of the carpenters to make a game board and pieces for you," Rian said, "but he hasn't finished making it yet. Might be done later today or tomorrow. You'll be able to play, chatrang, pincer and lima with it. Well, mainly chatrang, the carpenters have too much work on thier hands to have time to make that many pieces."

"I hate those games," Lori said. She'd always lost when she played them, with defeat often being snatched from victory at the last moment.

"I have no idea how to play them. When I come back, I'll be a complete beginner."

Lori raised an eyebrow. "Well… thank you then."

"Somehow, I knew you'd say that…" Rian said dryly.

The women came back, Umu and Riz sitting on either side of Rian as they put the bowls of food they were holding on the table. He seemed much more aware they were there as Lori reached over and picked one of the bowls, sitting with his elbows tucked in close to his body, focusing on his food and twitching every so often as either of the women casually made contact with him as they ate. Mikon, sitting on Riz's other side, seemed completely serene as the other occasionally leaned against Rian in innocuous ways that were clearly deliberate.

Breakfast continued in silence amidst the sounds of the dining hall around them.

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After breakfast, the volunteers—the 'crew', as Rian said the people who operated a boat were called, and again Lori had wonder why everything had to have a different name just because it was on a boat—going to Covehold all brought the last of their things to the Coldhold, putting their bedrolls, pillows, blankets and personal belongings into the storage set aside for them. For some reason, people only just seemed to realize they were actually leaving. Lori had to sigh exasperatedly as the crew and their families cried, hugging each other and taking far too long.

"Don't," Rian said next to her as they stood at the dock for the boats. "Don't. Let them have this moment."

She glared at him. "There was a holiday yesterday because this was going to happen!" she said, exasperated. "Why are people acting like they're surprised?" Really, she already had to leave her demesne again—most definitely for the last time!—why did people have to delay her? The sooner she left, the sooner she could come back and never leave again…

He sighed. "I understand your frustration, but… look, just let them do this. Please? Otherwise people will likely be annoyed at you until we come back, and do you really think Riz is ready to deal with that?" He looked up at the sun. "If they haven't stopped by midmorning, I'll go and tell them to get on the ship. Then they'll be annoyed at me instead."

Lori watched the children hugging men in the midsection, crying women hugging them higher and exchanging tearful words…

"No, no, let them do this, it's not like we're on any kind schedule," Rian repeated.

"We are on a schedule, you're supposed to leave today!"

"After lunch counts as today…"

Lori gave him the withering look such a stupid statement deserved, but sighed and crossed her arms, her staff sticking through the crook of one elbow as a result. She continued to glare at the procrastinators, making her displeasure and impatience known but not saying anything. Nearby, the ferrywoman who took the miners to River's Fork every week—Rian had called her Clowee, but Lori was never going to remember that—sat patiently, waiting to convey Lori. Technically, she wouldn't need to until later, since the smaller boat would be pulled behind the Coldhold by a rope, but the ferrywoman was apparently taking her responsibility of the boat she operated very seriously.

So far no one had tried to make off with Lori's Ice Boat yet, but Lori figured it was only a matter of time. It would most likely be a pair of idiots too impatient to wait their turn to use the Um…

Lori had done a last moment check of all the bindings on the Coldhold, making sure that the ones that needed blood had blood, and that the cold box, still mostly full of bound ice, was airtight so that the cold keeping the supply of fresh meat in it preserved. That would be able to last the crew a few days once they cooked it, hopefully. After having seen it, Lori had begun to think that all the ice packed into it and bound might have been a little too much, but Rian had said they didn't know how long the trip would be and it was better to be over-prepared than deficient.

More and more people were crowding around the crew who would be leaving, and a few were even diverting and approaching Rian to give their own goodbyes. Lori had stepped to the edge of the dock to avoid the crowd as Rian talked to random people who wished him well and bade him to be careful. Really, if he wasn't going to be careful already, being told to do so was unlikely to change anything.

There were also people who seemed to be reminding Rian of favors they'd asked him to do when he was in Covehold. Judging from the length of the notes of stone tablets Lori had transcribed for him, all with lists of things to do or check on that she didn't remember telling him to do. It seemed Rian had taken on a significant amount of things to investigate when they arrived…

Finally, the crowd began to thin, and Rian finally began calling the 'crew' to come aboard the boat. Lori was already there, sitting on one of the benches near the ice stove as the volunteers boarded. At the docks, people crowded, arms waving goodbye and crying, as if they hadn't already been doing that just a while ago…

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"All right, just like we practiced," Rian said, giving orders. "Liggs, up front, tell me which way we're going! Cottsy, down below at the water jet driver." Water jet driver? Well, she supposed it was a driver, if one wanted to be technical… "Everyone else, go down and double check everything is stowed away and won't roll, you all remember the mess that happened with the wood."

There were affirmative responses, and one of the men climbed up the ladder to the roof deck.

"All right, did we forget anything? Now's the time to say so while we're still here and can turn around!" Rian called out. "No? All right Lom, untie the rope, let's get moving!"

Lori was fairly sure that was all just theatrics, since there hadn't nearly been enough time to for anyone to check if they were missing anything. Besides, Rian had already checked when she'd been going over the boat's bindings. One of the men undid the rope tying the boat the dock, and leapt onto the outrigger, only to be reminded to get the rope out of the water and gather it up properly, does he want the rope to rot, doesn't he know how hard it was to make rope?

"All right Cottsy, put the water jet driver in reverse!" Rian called down to the open hatch at the tiller's base.

"Understood Lord Rian!" someone, probably the aforementioned Cottsy, called up from below.

There was a soft shudder through the boat, and it suddenly began to move out of the dock, moving out into the river rear-first. On the dock, the noise redoubled as if the people leaving weren't only four paces away, and had been talking to them recently.

Lori watched as Rian moved the tiller—which seemed needlessly long, almost as long as he was tall—and the boat slowly began to turn so it faced down river, the thrust barely enough to overcome the current of the river.

The smaller ice boat, moving noticeably faster, moved along side and another rope was tossed over, tying the smaller boat to one of the outriggers.

"All right Cottsy, shift to first notch forward!"

The Coldhold began to move downriver almost ponderously, seemingly only at the speed of the current. Behind them, the dock slowly moved away. Along the shore, some people mostly children, began running after the boat, seemingly trying to keep up. Still, the boat, powered by the water jets Lori had bound, continued to accelerate, and thankfully they weren't followed very far past the dry dock where the boat had been built.

"Lord Rian, we've got a straight path ahead!" the person on the roof cried down.

"Cottsy, shift to third notch forward! Let's get up to speed!"

There was another shudder, and the Coldhold began accelerating faster, moving towards River's Fork, the second Lori's Ice Boat trailing behind it like a toy.

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River's Fork had a dock now. It wasn't as good as the one she had built, of course, but as the demesne didn't have a Whisperer, or even a wizard who actually knew what they were doing, it was probably the best they could manage. Someone, probably her own miners, had dug into the beach and made an area deep enough for Lori's Ice Boat to float in. This had then seemingly been lined with rocks to keep it from collapsing. Lori wasn't sure how well built it was, but eh… It wasn't her work, or her demesne's facilities, so she didn't care.

The dock was clearly sized for Lori's Ice Boat, meaning the Coldhold was far too big for it. Fortunately, they had the smaller boat with them, and it was able to slip into the dock and pick up their prisoners. Lori would have expected the three they were taking to exile to be more disheveled, perhaps thin like many people had been when they'd finally stopped next to the river and decided to establish their demesne there where they had a constant supply of fresh water. But no, they seemed as healthy as ever, even if their hair seemed a little more oily.

There was a small crowd with them, and Lori was too far to easily tell if they were there in support or condemnation of the three. A group of children standing next to a green-haired man were crying, reaching for the woman—what was her name again? Eh, it wasn't important—who was about to kneel down to hug them when she saw Lori, standing on the rooftop balcony of the Coldhold, as far as she could be from the prisoners and still be on the boat.

Even from where she was standing, Lori clearly heard the woman's exclamation that started with 'glitter-eating' and became more obscene and slightly incoherent from there as the woman yelled at Lori. Two men had to subdue her and tie her hands behind her back as she continued to rant and rave, accusing Lori of somehow robbing her of her land and what she deserved and apparently Lori was responsible for all the things wrong with her life…

Lori had to shake her head. Really, a woman her age should be capable of taking responsibility for her own actions.

Still, Lori stayed up on the roof as the three prisoners were escorted below decks. The woman's husband—Lori at least remembered they were married—followed in sullen silence after he'd been pulled from the children the woman had ignored in favor of Lori. Grem—she was unlikely to forget his name—had come last, moving under his own power and seemingly only lightly guarded. His gaze had risen to meet Lori's own as he had approached, his face more inscrutable than usual, and he continued saying nothing until he was down below decks, where the green-haired woman's cries and invective were still audible.

Afterwards came four people from River's Fork to assist in escorting the prisoners to Covehold, and then their supplies. Lori tried to keep the covetous expression off her face as sealed containers of grain were brought into the boat. It looked like River's Fork had its own potter, though their clay pit wasn't visible from where Lori was standing. One of the men was probably also carrying a small mill to render the grain into flour.

Once they finished transferring the food, Rian climbed up the ladder towards her. "We're loaded up and ready to go, your Bindership," he said. "Time for you to leave for home. Though Binder Shanalorre asks if you could talk to her a moment. I'll have the ship wait here until you're finished with that, so we'll know you're all right."

Lori nodded in acknowledgement. "Did you manage to tell them about the bucket?" she asked as Rian got off the ladder and she started climbing down.

"They couldn't hear me over Missus Naineb's ranting," he said as she climbed down. "I'll try to tell them later. I think she might be in serious need of help. She didn't even say goodbye to her children… "

"They're better off away from such a maladjusted influence," Lori said dismissively.

"In a play or novel, this is usually the part in the plot where they resolve to get vengeance on you for destroying their family. The children or Naineb, either or. Or even both," Rian said, and Lori paused a rung from the floor for a moment.

Then she shrugged, stepping down the whole way. "Well, that will be up to you to watch out for when you come back," she said. "Something for you to do when you're not busy deciding between three women."

Rian winced, looking away. "I really wish you'd told me sooner. I could have stopped it from getting this far."

Lori considered that. "If you really find their attentions so undesirable, perhaps I should tell them so when I get back."

Rian looked as if he was seriously considering the idea, then sighed. "No, no, that wouldn't be fair to them. Whatever I decide, they at least deserve to hear it from me."

"This implies you don't intend to refuse them out of hand," Lori said.

Rian looked out across the water, to the domed town of River's Fork. The leaves were thick on the ground, and there were large mounds between some houses. He shook his head. "I…" He sighed. "I'll think about it. It's still a lot to take in. And hey, maybe they'll change their mind while I'm gone."

"Unlikely," Lori said instantly.

"You don't know that!"

Lori thought of three women who sat one table over, staring at Rian's back over every meal, for months.

"I do know that," Lori said firmly. "Consider the significance when I say that I am well acquainted with these women's idiosyncrasies enough to say that with confidence. This will not go away while you procrastinate over it."

She began to head towards the outrigger, where Clowee the ferrywoman waited for her on Lori's Ice Boat.

"Do you think they really like me?" Rian said.

Lori was tempted to respond that if he didn't know, she wasn't going to tell him. Instead, she rested a hand on the railing to steady herself and gave him an annoyed look over her shoulder "You should be able to tell. It's for things like this I made you lord, after all."

Rian shrugged, looking… lost. "I've never had anyone like me before," he said, looking aside as he blushed childishly. "I don't know what it's like."

"Well, it's like this," she said impatiently. "The persons in question care for your wellbeing more than you do yourself, offer assistance whenever you need it, are willing to do difficult and distasteful things for you even if you ask them not to, enjoy bestowing you with physical affection, and like to be in your company whenever possible." She tried not to think of her mothers, tried to remember her anger. "Unless you do something truly distasteful to them personally, that is unlikely to change, so I suggest you be prepared to deal with it when you come back."

"You realize you just described my relationship with you, right?" Rian said. "No wonder there are weird rumors about us."

What? How could he possibly think she was describing their interactions? "Rian, now is not the time for bad jokes."

"Yes, your Bindership," he smiling slightly.

"You have already failed to deal with the situation when I told you to. Do not fail when you return."

"Yes, your Bindership. Thank you for your concern. I'll… figure something out."

Lori nodded, stepping past the railing and onto the boards to the outrigger, and from there to Lori's Ice Boat. She put her staff in first before trying to board. The smaller boat moved as she got on it, and Lori really wished the boat was properly beached instead of floating in the water like this, but she managed not to fall as she got into the boat, sitting down on one of the benches. "To shore," she told Clowee. "I need to speak to Binder Shanalorre."

"Yes, your Bindership," Clowee said promptly, confidently moving the little lever that controlled the boat's water jet driver—Lori supposed it was a driver, after all—causing them to start reversing away from the Coldhold.

Binder Shanalorre was waiting for her as they moved into the dock, and Lori again had to carefully step from the unstable vessel and onto the dock, made of planks on posts. "Binder Shanalorre," she greeted with a nod, deciding to leave her staff in the boat.

"Binder Lolilyuri," Shanalorre nodded. "You've kept your word. Though I must say the form of that fulfillment is… surprising. You were informed that ice boats melt, correct?"

"That deficiency has been accounted for," Lori said.

"I trusted as much, which is why I chose to send my people aboard it. They have orders to ensure that the prisoners reach their exile. Beyond that, however, they have been told to obey Lord Rian's orders."

"Does that include assisting in providing payment for any berthing fees for the ship?"

"Lord Rian mentioned the possibility. Rest assured that we have prepared a contribution should they be necessary."

Many things were left unsaid, such as the possibility of Lori having ordered Rian to rob her people and slit the prisoner's throats anyway. Lori merely nodded. "And that matter of the Golden Sweetwood Company's directorship?"

"That is an internal matter of the company," Shanalorre said. "However, rest assured, we have taken steps to excise the prisoner's control over the company. With luck, the company should send the second wave of people and supplies late the following year, or the year after that at the latest."

"I… see," Lori said quietly.

"Before that happens, I believe it would be prudent if our two demesnes and the various stockholders of the company between them discuss the best approach of the distribution," Shanalorre continued. "Though that will probably be reliant on the response that we will receive in the spring or later. It would be best to avoid the situation that resulted in the crowding of far too many demesne near Covehold that is currently hindering their growth and development."

For a moment, Lori stared down at the younger Binder. "Yes, that situation is to be avoided, I agree," she said quietly. "However, I cannot possibly make an informed decision at this time."

Binder Shanalorre nodded. "Of course. I understand completely. Well, that is all I have to say, Binder Lolilyuri. Unless you have anything else to discuss…?"

Lori considered. "I believe our business is concluded."

"Then I wish you a good day and safe journey, Binder Lolilyuri," Binder Shanalorre said. "And a safe journey for your ship."

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The Coldhold began to move downriver once Lori was far enough upstream from River's Fork. Lori watched as the large wood-clad vessel drove with the current, heading towards the distant sea it connected to. Then there was a bend and both boat and the dome of River's Fork were out of sight, and there were only hills and trees and the sounds of water and bugs around them.

The ferrywoman occasionally glanced at Lori, but Lori ignored her, sitting at her bench and idly fingering her staff as her mind wandered to the blood-bound wisps that made up the boat. They weren't feeling any more distant or, after doing so, any more difficult to imbue. Unless there was an unknown range limit measured beyond the distance between River's Fork and Lori's Demesne, the connection would continue to feel no different.

The reminders to imbue all the bound components of the boat were already on the list of reminders on the wall of her room, but Lori checked on them again anyway, just to be sure: the water jet driver, the hull and oven and insulated cold box, the lightwisps, the evaporators, the blocks of ice…

"Your Bindership?" a hesitant voice interrupted her rumination. "W-we're back now."

Lori blinked, looking up in surprise to see the familiar view of the entrance of her Dungeon. She had been so occupied she hadn't even noticed them entering her demesne… "Thank you, Clowee," she said distractedly as she stood up, then nearly fell down again as the boat shifted underneath her. Ugh, why couldn't they beach this boat instead?

Lori almost tried to step on the dock with the boat still shifting beneath her before she remembered that they were in her demesne. She reached down into the water below, sending power from her core, and the water beneath her stilled as it became unnaturally thick and viscous, steadying the boat and allowing her to stand up on the now much more stable surface. She managed to get her feet on the dock and sighed in relief as she felt the solidness under her feet.

For a moment, she just stood there in the mid-afternoon light, looking around. After all the crying that morning, she would have thought there'd be some kind of sign. Perhaps a woman or child still staring mournfully downriver. Instead, everything seemed to have fallen back into routine. There were women using the laundry area, clothes were hanging on the drying lines, someone was over at the retting pool turning over the ropeweed so they would rett evenly…

Shaking her head, Lori headed to the curing sheds to cure firewood.

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At dinner that night, Lori sat at her usual bench at her usual table and stared at the empty spot in front of her. She could smell the food being cooked, hear the usual sounds of conversation from the tables around her, but couldn't find it in herself to be comforted or annoyed.

In the back of her mind, she was aware of the Coldhold's bindings.

A large pair of breasts moved into her view, and Lori blinked before she adjusted her gaze, looking up to meet Mikon's amber eyes. The woman wore a sympathetic look on her face as she sat there, where Rian was supposed to be.

"I wondered if you three would bother to come back here, with him gone," Lori said. She hadn't wondered any such thing, but it was something witty to say, and if was exactly the sort of thought she'd have had if she hadn't been… distracted.

"Riz would, of course," Mikon said. She didn't seem surprised, as if she'd expected Lori to talk to her. "After all, she's your temporary Rian."

Lori nodded. Yes, of course, of course, she had a temporary Rian, didn't she?

The person in question appeared, hesitating as she saw the pink-haired weaver sitting at the bench in front of Lori. Mikon turned, following Lori's gaze, and gave a brief smile, then helpfully slid aside so the spot directly in front of Lori was empty. Still looking at Mikon suspiciously, Riz gingerly sat down in front of Lori, then slid a little away from Mikon, leaving a space between them.

The three of them sat in silence as the dining hall buzzed around them.

Lori regarded her temporary Rian. "Rian spoke to you about the harvest?" she said.

"Yes, Great Binder," she said. There was only a little hesitation in her words.

"Good. Deal with it." Lori said.

Now she hesitated. "How should I deal with it, Great Binder?"

"I don't care. Just deal with it," Lori said.

Riz looked uncertain. "Yes, Great Binder…"

Mikon reached over and patted Riz on the shoulder, instantly making the woman turn to look at her warily. "Don't worry," Mikon said, smiling cheerfully, unreadably. "I'll help you."

The woman still looked wary. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you offering to help me? For that matter, why did you kiss me that time?"

Mikon's expression didn't change as she tilted her head. "Don't you need help?"

Riz scowled. "That doesn't explain anything."

"Haven't you heard? I'm generous with my time. But if you don't want my help, just say so." Mikon stood up. "Dinner is ready," she said. "I'll go get it while you continue speaking to her Bindership, shall I?" Not waiting for a reply, she walked away. Riz continued to stare after her, her expression conflicted and bemused.

When Mikon returned, she came with three bowls of food, three cups and a pitcher. "I don't think Umu will be joining us," she said as she placed them on the table. "She's eating with her family."

Riz grunted. "So?"

Mikon merely sighed.

Lori regarded the three bowls, then chose one and pulled it towards herself.

The three of them ate quietly as the dining hall buzzed around them.