Hell, even last week, the Matron Healer herself hadn’t recognized Rhess’s name. And— I’m here every day for the morning shift. Whenever Kiva had found Rhess, she’d been waiting for her. Just sitting on that same bench in the sanctuary, a coincidence Kiva had never bothered to consider, always too happy to have found her friend to question why she wasn’t working. Never mind how she’d conveniently offered up herself as a tour guide to Oakhollow, and—gods—she’d even seen the magic burst out of Kiva and had said nothing. Because she’d already known.
I KNEW IT! God, Kiva is an idiot. Im glad she works for the Rebels and not Mirraven or something.
