Eden leaned in. “Also, Reigna and I have been talking,” she said with a glance at Mara, “and have determined that a trip to the City of Light is in order for us.”
“But we’ve only just arrived here,” Mara said.
“Still, the training here can go on quite well without us now, and given the significantly greater number of troops in the city, we need to spend some time there, as well.” When Mara opened her mouth to speak, Eden interrupted her with a raised hand. “No, Mara, you won’t be joining us.”
She pulled back, surprised. “Of course I’ll join you. I can deliver you there safely with no loss of time.” She looked from her, to Reigna, making eye contact with each of them, in turn. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll not have you traveling without me.”
Dixon patted her arm. “Actually, Mara, the twins discussed this all with me.”
She looked at him, her eyes narrowed.
“Hear me out,” he said, his palm extended toward her. “You could use some rest—and Lucy and I could each take one of them, and then—”
“Absolutely not!” she cried.
“Mara—” Eden sought to interrupt.
“No.” Mara stood, her hands on the table, leaning in. “I’m fine. What’s a little grippe? Goodness, you’d think there was something seriously wrong with me.” Huffing, she sat again. “I won’t hear of your going without me.”
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