'But do you know what that is?' asked Iza. 'You don't even have a name for it. What if you turn into a Fury without even noticing? I don't want you to become a Fury.'
Sana lay an arm around her shoulders and hugged her. 'I promise you I won't become a Fury.' Iza nodded and Sana said. 'Come on, let's go back to Roa and Ikalla.'
'I don't like Ikalla.' With a single sentence, Iza jumped onto Sana's back and took her usual place on her shoulders.
'I'm hungry.' complained Ikalla, as soon as they were back again. Sana too felt a murmur in her stomach.
Roa reached into a pocket on his leather armour and took out two green balls. 'One half for each of us.' he said, and split it with a swordblade.
'What is that?' asked Ikalla, putting it in her mouth and carelessly chewing it.
'Oh yeah, swallow, don't chew.' he added, handing the other halves to Sana and Iza. Meanwhile Ikalla made a retching sound. 'Military rations. It contains everything your body needs, and you feel full for a day. Also, it tastes horrible.'
Sana swallowed her half.
'Let's get moving again.' said Roa. 'Hopefully this time without incident.' He went ahead and Ikalla followed him.
After a few steps, with Sana enjoying the warm sun on her skin, Iza said from up on Sana's shoulders: 'I wish I could be as strong as you.'
Sana answered: 'If you have someone who you'd do anything for, then you can be as strong as me.'
'Yes, but I don't have an arm like yours. I only have wings which can't fly.'
'I'm sure that you can learn to fly, if you put your mind to it and devote all your energy.'
'Do you really think so?'
They were going down a hill that led to a small valley. At the bottom Iza asked: 'Don't you want to know what that is that you've got on your arm?'
Do I want to?