章 161: Down to the Pit

The mattress was much softer than it looked. The Black Wing made herself a soft bedding of feathers and furs. There were no silk sheets, but there was enough to have a good night's rest.

But first, Ginevra washed Orange from crusted blood and sent him to dry and sleep in the room with the table. Not because there was something wrong with drying in the Black Wing's bedroom, but because Ginevra wanted to do well on her promise to give Cael some good time.

It really was good.

The shaman named Tall Split came at Cael's request after he and Ginevra woke up. She was a lanky goat-fetta, the Shaping of which left her almost human on her left side and mostly goat on the right one. She walked with the help of a crutch, because her right leg was shorter than the left one.