“33 roahnas hardly makes me an old man,” Kephas retorted, sliding the pistol into his belt at the small of his back, where Anat wouldn’t make a grab for it. “And you’re not much younger, kyetha.”

A frown, and Anat made a ‘gimme’ motion with her outstretched hand. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Kephas peered up at the starless sky, ignoring the motion as Anat made it again. “It’s a terrible idea.”

“…so you’re not coming with, then.” Anat dropped her hand, turning around to face the water again.

“I never said that.”

“Then give my gun back!”

“I’m sure you’ve got at least two more tucked away somewhere, kyetha.” He grinned at her. “Besides, you’ve got all the protection you need,” Kephas pointed at the small, softly chiming dolls hanging from Anat’s belt.

Lifting her arm, Anat checked to make sure her two clay-like figurines were intact. “They’re only good for defense, you know.”

“I know.”

“Then why bring it up at all!” Anat looked over her shoulder, exasperated.

He laughed. Just like old times.