“You work very slowly,” Rastaban said.
Kana cast him a look. “These things take time to build.”
Rastaban closed his eyes and thought of the time he’d lived in Kana’s village, the most peaceful time of his life, and how it had been a most elaborate lie. “You’d know better than I would.”
And then Andrev knelt down beside the main fire and handed Kana the plucked and cleaned pheasant. She smiled at him, and together they set to cooking.
As they worked, Kana said, “Tonight, will you wear this?” She stretched out one hand and showed him a bracelet.
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