Chapter Fourteen: Truth: Can I Handle It?

I hate exposition qua exposition, so my characters tend to eat a lot. I mean, if you're sitting in a cabin on a ship at sea, and the two of you have stuff to say, tools need to be used. Breakfast is working well for me so far.

RW has had a few slips of memory, and I'm trying to get some foreshadowing in for the lapses, but it's difficult given that the narrator POV intrudes every now and then. Maybe I'll get rid of that in the edit stage.

In the meantime she's let slip the secret of her people, and about Misty's leaving him, and the hook is that, despite leaving him, she fought for him not to be killed outright. How sweet.