“Okay, that’s enough. Let the boy put some food in him first.”
Whatever her father was going to say, Zala was grateful that her mother nipped it in the bud. If there was someone who could get her father to do something in the blink of an eye it was her mother. Zala sent an appreciative nod to her mother when she looked over at her.
Small talks were passed around as the food was served. Honestly, she thought that she should be giving herself a standing ovation with how well she was taking everything. Orpheus…or Kevoy, heck, she still wasn’t sure what she was supposed to call him. But she took his words like a champion.
Zala still wasn’t sure how to deal with him telling her about his mutation. Not that there was anything to deal with anyway. Because she didn’t see him any different.
