“We’re royalers, aren’t we?” Bex crossed the cramped ship, her ice-chip eyes boring into Ezren’s. “We’re the ones who’ve got your back.” She lifted her chin at Shiro as he slipped past them into the cockpit. “Not some rando.” “Well, I did tell Foster.” Ezren ran her fingers across the smooth wall of the ship, trying to school her emotions before they spilled out in an anxious mess of gratitude and embarrassment. “He’s on his way now.” Sylvia tossed a triumphant grin toward Bex. “See, I told you they would work it out.”
