A gentle knock at the door caused me to flinch. I didn't answer, and in a few seconds, the door creaked open. Soft footsteps crossed to the bed, and a soft hand rested on my shoulder.
"Xiviyah..." R'lissea said, sitting on the bed beside me. I finally looked at her. She was blurry through my tears.
"I'm okay," I sniffled, wiping my eyes with my sleeve.
She raised an eyebrow. "Is that why you're hiding?"
I shook my head.
"Luke told me what upset you. I think I can understand why."
"It was childish and immature. We're in a war. I should be used to things like this," I said, sniffling. "And after Bethiv called me grown up, too."
"I don't think it's grown up at all. I hate it too, you know. But isn't it more kind to allow them to interrogate the spy?"
"More kind?" I peered at her, my brow furrowed. "But...how?"
