Iaondrin made sure to drink the mint tea well before she boarded, and told herself not to let her anxiety about the nausea actually cause it. It helped enough that she could actually keep down water and bread for the trip to Halveet, and could stand on the deck and enjoy the warm breeze without doubling over. “This is never going to be my preferred method of travel,” she said as they disembarked in Halveet, “but this was bearable.”
“And look, nothing on my boots,” Bryan smiled. Bryan found himself still getting used to wearing his weapons again. Her hand was warm in his as they walked easily through the crowd and to the Library where he asked to see Scholar McCluskey.