“Listen, I like your home,” Nanshe was saying, but if Petra didn’t understand her, she’d probably thought that she hated all of this. “Well, I don’t.” Okay, well. That made sense. Of course, she didn’t like it. Her face said it all.
“Because of the sand?” Petra asked. She thought Nimare were a little strange, now that she’d spent some time with Nanshe. Her skin was rough to the touch, her bones sturdy so she could handle the depths, and yet she struggled ...