“We’ll figure things out,” I promised. “I don’t know about normal, but I’ll do everything I can to help you get what you want—a place in the Valkyries again, your marriage with Amir, a pilot’s license. Whatever it takes.” She stared at me as if processing the words from another language. “What?” I asked. “Do I have goat blood on my face?” “No. Well, yes, you do have goat blood on your face. But that’s not…I was just trying to remember the last time anybody said something that nice to me.”
