Amma ventured carefully. “You look sort of sad, and I know he’s your friend.” “Xander?” Damien scoffed, maneuvering over a log with the infant in hand. “Amma, we have only known one another, what, a moon? I would hope then that you, of all people, would understand length of acquaintanceship does not equate to depth of friendship. ” Amma gasped, falling still. “Damien, are you saying I’m your friend?”
