Mya won’t wait past midday.” The winch room was unheated, so his breath misted with every word. “She’ll wait,” Alayne said. “She has to wait.” “Don’t be so certain, m’lady. She’s half mule herself, that one. I think she’d leave us all to starve before she’d put those animals at risk.” He smiled when he said it. He always smiles when he speaks of Mya Stone.
