Baru kissed her on the mouth. “Hu, it’s wonderful!” “It’s not real.” “But it will be! Vultjag can be like this! Ake can do it, and Heingyl Ri—” Hu gathered Baru up and made her rest her head in the crook of her strong neck. She smelled of pine. “Kuye lam,” she said, “nothing will be done if war consumes the Ashen Sea and destroys my home. So you have to go back. You have to finish the work.”
