“Ian is . . . Ian believes me. He watches over me. He can be so very kind . . . for a human.” Almost like a soul, I’d wanted to say. But that wouldn’t have sounded like the compliment it was to this audience. Jared snorted. “For a human. A more important distinction than I’d realized.” He lowered me to the lip of the entrance. It made a shallow bench that was more comfortable than the flat floor. “Thank you,” I told him. “Jeb did the right thing, you know.”
