Erybet had paled. He watched Sletran carefully. When the Nobek remained still and silent, he said, “We are carrying our own scars, Matara. I know you can see them.” A deep breath, then his words grated as if he was forcing them out through the strength of his will alone. “Perhaps you would not be so well off with my clan, though it pains me to say so.”
Five more days!