Neria woke up before Damon.
He discovered this when he left his room and found her already sitting in the inn's small common room, eating bread while watching the activity in the village through the window. Fishermen crossed the street carrying nets, two children chased something Damon couldn't identify, and one man argued with another about the weight of a crate of fish.
Nothing extraordinary.
Neria seemed to be paying as much attention to it as she had to the ocean the previous day.
Damon sat across from her.
"Did you sleep?"
"Yes."
"Any pain?"
"No."
"Dizziness?"
"No."
Neria put a piece of bread into her mouth.
Damon waited.
She finished chewing.
"You're copying Ester."
"I'm trying to avoid having her blame me if you come back in pieces."
"She would do that."
"Exactly."
Neria looked toward the window again.
"I want to stop by the beach before we leave."
Damon picked up the bread on the table.
"What for?"
"To see it in the morning."
"It's the same sea."
