His voice was so soft and his concern nearly pulled the words out of her mouth as if he threw a hook inside her to reel it out himself. But how could Zala allow herself to tell the embarrassing tale of how she found herself disappointed with his absence?
“I don’t remember any such thing happening.” She opted to ignore the question. But the way he just smiled wider was as if he had expected her to say that.
“How about I offer something to jog your memories?” He reached a hand out. Zala watched closely as his hand seemed to pass through the air and disappear for a moment. She was shaken into staring with her mouth open. Then when he pulled his hand out, he was holding a small jar.
But that wasn’t what Zala was focused on.
“Is that..” She tried to ask but didn’t know the right words to
