“Thank you for having my back earlier,” I say softly. “You know I always will.” “I do. I just want you to know that I appreciate what it means.” Saiyana’s head bows. “Miyara. Please don’t have feelings at me right now. I am too tired for feelings.” But not so tired she couldn’t manage to say that, rather than snapping at me. Oh, sister. She’s been carrying us all this far; it’s time for us to carry her for a while. “I’ll take it from here,” I say, still quietly, but a note of steel in my voice that makes her look up. “And Iryasa will help.” “Be careful—”
