Veyna heard them out while cleaning fish.
She had duties that could be performed sitting still and duties that could not. This one required her hands. Ysabet stood across the table and watched the little blade move, trying not to resent the fact that her problem was sharing space with lunch.
“It goes when people call,” she said.
“Yes. Children do the same.”
“Not every time. Not before they decide to.”
Veyna’s blade stopped.
Chaska put her drawing on the dry end of the table. The outline showed Pip before the supper and after it. The shell was only partial, but the difference could not be dismissed as an unfortunate angle.
“The plate was soft yesterday morning,” she said. “Now it sounds hard when it hits the door.”
