[That was agreeable. If Celehar got to asking the first, then Sunny would have other reasons to talk to the Ferryman. He hoped. They really were kind and patient with the teen, something that wasn’t in short supply with the people here but… still foreign to him.]

OK… [His posture relaxed at the thought. Right, it was neither of their duties, and Sunny wasn’t having anything expected of him either. That was just fine.

Celehar’s cough might have been more of a throat clearing, but when Sunny found himself doing the same, it was the real thing. The air in the desert really was too dry for him.]