While I was out earlier, I found soapberries and gathered them for her. I pull out the small pouch and offer it to her. Li-lah takes it and studies the bag, then looks at me. She opens it and pulls a berry out, then sniffs it. Good? Her hand signal asks. I nod absently, concentrating on the fire and willing my khui to stop singing. A moment later she spits, and I look up in time to see her wiping her tongue with the back of her hand. She makes a horrified face. I laugh. I cannot help it. Good, wash, I sign. Not good eat.
