Kaela

I sat with Shawn and Flynn. Hera stood beside the couch opposite us, looking like she could dissolve if she sat down.

“I don’t like the way things are going.” She said. “I was thinking we’d be able to return to town by now. Who knows what the people are up to now?”

“Relax, Hera,” I told her. “Sit down and take a breather.”

“I think she’s right,” Shawn affirmed. “You should sit down and think clearly.”

“I can’t sit,” she shot back. “And ...