“This Mal Wavechaser you mentioned.” “Uh . . . what about him?” “How old is he? And, don’t lie to me Little Red, is he good-looking?” “Well—yes, one of the best-looking guys at school. And he’s a fifth year. He only stayed behind to be Captain Whiteleaf’s aide-de-camp,” said Elliot. “So seventeen, I guess?” “Close enough,” said Louise. “Send him to me. Tell him that a lieutenant with a rocking bod needs her . . . pillow smoothed.” Elliot’s mouth fell open. “Go on!” said Louise. She leaned over to the next cot and stole one of the pillows, ignoring the patient in that cot’s feeble protest, and
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I like how these characters feel real. They're still children and act like children.
