Zemlehyed shrugged. “It’s in my nature. I hoard. It’s in their nature, too, which is why Lebedeva has more night creams than nights, and Nasha collects tin cans. Zmey Gorinich, he is like this as well. But I think it is also in your nature.” Marya blinked. “I don’t think so. What have I collected?” Zemlehyed smiled in a lopsided way, as though he did not quite know how to use his face. “Us.”
