Yue paused with her spoon halfway to her mouth, fixing her daughter with ancient eyes that held depths of patience earned through centuries of experience. "Litty, dear, you need to relax. Have a bit more trust in David. The boy has a remarkable talent for surviving impossible situations."
"But the Mistress of the Creed—"
"Is powerful, yes, but not omnipotent." Yue took another deliberate bite, closing her eyes in apparent bliss. "Besides, worrying won't change the outcome. It will only give you premature wrinkles."
Litty released a heavy breath, her shoulders sagging with frustration. The truth was, part of her anger stemmed from her own perceived inadequacy. When they'd been planning the mission, she'd wanted to join the assault team. Her swordsmanship had improved dramatically under David's guidance, and she'd believed herself ready for such a challenge.
