“Of course,” Kir said and reached for the pheasant, but Andrev was faster.
He plucked off a drumstick and held it out to Kana. “Ladies first,” he said.
Kir gaped at him. Men always ate first - that was the way of the tribes. Andrev resisted the urge to smirk, because that was not the way of the Wanderers.
Kana smiled. “Thank you.” She set the drumstick in her bowl and then plucked off a wing, handed it to Kir. “Please, eat.”
Andrev served himself, watching Kir with wary eyes. He noticed the moment Kir spotted Kana’s bracelet.
On Andrev’s wrist.
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