Time is a wind that keeps blowing in my face and mumbling words that don't make sense.

I was sorry to lose it, and if you make me another one, I promise not to get taken captive by bandits and have to use it to save my life.

I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.

You forgot to cough!” he said. “Sorry.” She coughed. “Your sneakiness is dangerous. Next time that chisel will lodge itself in my head.” “Now, Peder, there’s plenty of stone around here for carving. No need to practice on your own face.” He stroked his chin. “You’re right, my jaw is already chiseled to perfection.” She agreed, but she felt too silly to say so aloud.

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.

He smiled in a way that made me want to kiss him right on the spot. Or the lips. Whichever was closer.

Razo hopped back up and adopted a posture that said he was completely unruffled, never had been, and in fact was ready to do something manly like lift boulders or swallow live worms.