“I think we should stop in Stump first,” Dex said. “They’ve got a nice bathhouse, and I could really, really use a soak.” Dex did not look at Mosscap as they said it, but out of the corner of their eye, they could see Mosscap slowly turn its head toward them, its gaze glowing brighter and brighter. Dex gave a tiny smile and extended their mug. “Can I have another cup?” The robot poured. Sibling Dex drank. In the wilds outside, the sun set, and crickets began to sing.
