“Ugh. Point.” Astrid had been restless, shifting from foot-to-foot, but she forces herself to stand innocuously still. Looks askance at the other woman and then tries to mimic Teren’s rigid posture and stature, hands tucked in at the small of her back, Warden-straight.

“My little brother always did a runner whenever he stole someone else’s snacks. Which was like all the time.”