“Go away,” he said. Eddis sighed. “Eugenides,” she said, “wake up.” “I would have expected a light sleeper,” Attolia commented. “Usually he is,” Eddis said, growing more concerned. “He looks—” Attolia hunted for the word. “Defenseless” came to mind, but it wasn’t the one she wanted, nor was “young,” though he looked even younger when he was asleep. “Quite guileless,” she said at last. “Oh, yes,” said Eddis. “I’m always willing to forgive him anything—until he wakes up.” She leaned down and poked him again.
