Khalida grits her teeth when she passes him on her way downstairs. “You bastard, does a promise mean nothing to you?” She looks at him, her tearful eyes flaring with anger.

Sorcha frowns and looks at her hands. “Feeling useless. Helpless.”

Asa lifts her head, and sniffs the air. “I smell.. salt water.”

Sorcha frowns. “But that’s impossible. We’re away from the sea. Unless.. someone’s crying.” 

Layla nods. ‘Ok that might take a bit. What kind of sign language?’