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“Come on, Cerys girl,” Pip tried to cajole her. Cerys didn’t lift her little head off the table. Her mood was as fickle as our safety.
We hadn’t left the room other than for bathroom breaks and a short time to bathe in three days. It was taking its toll in more ways than one. Pip and I were trying our best to make things seem better than they were, but Cerys was too smart. She asked questions that we couldn’t answer in ways that she could understand or that wouldn’t draw Tyr’s attention.
To add to the situation, something was off with Calder and Cullen, but Hamilton had warned us against trying to link them. I wasn’t sure about trusting him yet, but he was consistently trying to help us in small ways. Extra snacks brought with our food. Juice for Cerys. Forgetting the towels, so
