Kael
I had been about to tell her it could have been worse.
Liora's expression suggested she had already heard the sentence from several versions of me and disliked all of them.
We stopped beside a low wall beyond the demonstration hall. The afternoon path was still busy, but nobody had a reason to come into the small patch of shade unless they wanted a closer look at our argument.
Most people had better plans.
"It could have been worse," I said anyway.
Her eyes closed for a moment.
Apparently, I had worse plans too.
"I know," she said. "I was there."
"Then we agree."
"On that sentence. Don't hide the rest behind it."
I leaned against the wall with my good side.
The dressing was small. The cut beneath it had been checked, cleaned and closed. Nothing in the medical account justified the amount of space it was taking between us.
That was the argument I wanted to make.
Liora looked at the arm before I could make it.
