Seriously, what now? Lucas thought, rubbing his temples as a dull throb began to pulse behind his eyes. It felt like he'd escaped death and that family psychodrama barely a minute ago, and now here was another roadblock.
Liona and Silvara finally caught up, flanking him. Karska, still standing as rigid as a board, gave a slight nod toward Silvara as she approached.
"Silvara," Karska greeted her briefly. His tone was formal, but carried a hint of professional respect—one swordsperson acknowledging another.
Silvara replied with nothing more than a stiff nod. Her mind was still a complete mess, but she forced herself to stay on high alert.
"We're heading to the fields first," Lucas interrupted suddenly, his voice thick with exhaustion. "It's watering time. If we're even a little late, the soil moisture is going to be all over the place."
