Right.
I hadn't actually introduced Zivra to most of them. Back when we returned from the raid, I'd just said she was recovering in a tent, nothing more. No one had pressed further—probably assuming she was just another subdued Chosen waiting to be sorted out.
"Daughter of the former chief," I said simply, stepping aside so she could see her fully.
Flogga looked Zivra over with the same clinical detachment she used when inspecting stew meat. Not impressed. Not concerned. Just taking stock.
"Oh," she said flatly. Then after a pause, she gave a nod and turned back to her ladle.
"You too. Sit and eat."
But before Zivra could take a single step toward the circle of goblins, a sharp voice rang out from the edge of the gathering—loud, clear, and laced with disbelief.
"Zivra?!"
It was Nira.
