Tomorrow Night

Brenna rapped Ciaran lightly upside the skull with the pommel of the blade.

“Hello! Are you still in there?”

Ciaran jerked his gaze away from the fire. “Sorry. Yes, of course.” He reached for the blade.

Brenna paused, studied him. “Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

“You look as though you’ve never seen a fire before.” She seemed amused.

“I have,” Ciaran said. “It’s just --” He faked a yawn.

“Right.” Brenna shook her head. “I keep forgetting that normal people need sleep. Look, take this sword home with you, get some rest, and we’ll try again tomorrow night, yes?”

“All right.”