Runa’s clay cup scraped over the wood of the table as she put it down and slid it away from her. She steadied her breathing after downing a substantial portion of her drink.

“You’re looking a little flush,” Antyza chuckled beside Runa on their shared bench at the table. “Want another one?”

“Only if you’re buying.” Runa nodded.

Antyza shook her head. “Runa, I’ve been buying all evening.” She stood, swaying slightly. Her cheeks ...