Where the Heart Is

Ísja looks over his shoulder at Num.

ÍSJA: How're your hands? Mud still frozen on?

NUM: The mud's off, thankfully. They really tied my hands tight, though.

Num's hands are bound tightly with rope.

NUM: I can't even move my fingers.

Ísja frowns.

ÍSJA: So, no magic.

NUM: Nope.

Both boys startle as Lani begins to speak.

LANI: Even if you could use magic, I'm not sure it'd do us much good. I don't see how ice spikes could be helpful here.

Lani looks rather troubled and anxious.

LANI: Face it: we're stuck.

Ísja beams at the sound of Lani's voice.

ÍSJA: Oh, good! You're okay too!

Lani frowns.

LANI: "Okay" is a bit of a stretfch. We're in a room they never let us enter when we were here–I'd recognize this stench anywhere. All my stuff got tossed who knows where and I got humiliated. To top it all off, Marino talked about punishing me, and I have no clue what that's gonna look like.

Lani's shoulders slump.

LANI: So no, I'm not "okay".

NUM: At least you're alive.

LANI: I guess.

num, that's kind of a low bar, don't you think?


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