Sera took the contact pieces from Iven and set them on the clean tray without opening the covering.
“Dessa?”
“On her way to the ground. The others too. Jora’s with them.”
“And you?”
He pulled a stool out with his foot and sat.
“Hungry.”
“That is an answer I can do something about.”
She gave him the packet beside her lamp. Inside lay two thick pieces of bread with cheese between them. He began eating while she checked his left wrist, turning it gently to see the skin along the graft’s edge.
