“We will follow you, Manon,” Asterin said softly. Manon turned to her cousin. “Do I deserve that honor?” Asterin’s mouth pressed into a tight line. The slight bump on her nose—Manon had given her that. She’d broken it in the Omega’s mess hall for brawling with mouthy Yellowlegs. Asterin had never once complained about it. Had seemed to wear the reminder of the beating Manon bestowed like a badge of pride. “Only you can decide if you deserve it, Manon.”
