The top of the steps of the Vossden Public Library was not exactly comfortable. But it provided a decent enough perch to eat my feelings in somewhat relative peace.
I'd grabbed a gyro from a food truck three blocks back, filled with extra lamb meat. It was exactly the kind of greasy, chewy, savory comfort I needed after... whatever that conversation with Edgar had stirred up.
> At least the food here doesn't judge me for running away from advice. Isn't that right? <
Tapping at the giant jar I'd dropped over Vrika once again, the wolf actually seems to roll its blue glowing eyes behind the glass. Or at least it moved its head in an approximation…
Soon enough, I pulled out my phone with my thumb tapping over Claire's message log. Those | Matron's Monitor | scan results for Edgar kept nagging at me.
