“Are you happier now that we’re part of the summer patrols?” I answered, “Of course. I need a purpose.” “I think everyone does.” Fade wrapped his arm about my shoulders, drawing me to his side, and I rested my head on his shoulder. “It felt good to fight beside you again.” His smile warmed me to the tips of my toes. “It did. I don’t think anybody will question your ability to hold your own now.” He was right; I’d earned my place. Despite the day’s losses and my quiet worry, I felt good about that part.
