For Now

“Why would you fight for them?” Ciaran asked.

“Them who?” Brenna bandaged his burnt hands with brusque efficiency.

“Dolan and my - and Eoghan and the rest.”

Brenna tied off the last of the bandage and set her jar of liniment aside. “I’m not fighting for them. I’m fighting for this land. For now, we have the same goals.”

“For now? What happens when that changes?”

“Things will go back to the way they were, I suspect.”

Ciaran studied her expression; she seemed almost - angry. He decided to change the subject. “What do you know about the men in the dragonboats?”