Khalida sighs and shakes her head. “Do you realize how stupid that is? You know what, never mind.” She turns to go back to her room. 

Asa shrugs. “Okay. Any ideas on what to do until then?”

Layla lets her shirt hem fall and she winces when she instinctively wraps an arm around her stomach. “Damn stitches,” she mutters, her arm falling. “We never got to see that movie you were talking about.”

The dryad tilts her head, surprised. ‘You didn’t seek me out? Well, I am Danarae.’