282 - Ancestors, this isn't Funny

"Ili! Come out and play! Ili!" I groaned and rolled over. The sun was up. Well up, the reflected waves on our ceiling making my eyes ache. I checked Ili's bed. It was empty but had been made. He was being very, very good that way… better than I sometimes. If I had a really rough session with Zinchaer sometimes I just left it, or pulled the sheet roughly straight. Gan lay on his stomach,