In which Miri has had a long rest.
I wonder about the yellow, orange and red flowers with the peppery smell. The description reminds me of the nasturtium flowers my mother used to grow and use the edible parts in salads. As I recall, they had a peppery taste, but I don’t remember what their smell was like.
The “my own lady holds my soul” conversation turns out to have been foreshadowing not only Rys’s fate but Val Con and Miri’s — but it was Val Con holding his lady’s soul, because we’ve already had the novel that ended the other way around.
I admit that I significantly undersold the effect of Miri getting shot at close range with something resembling a shotgun. My thinking was that it couldn’t have been that bad if Miri was to recover in the number of chapters we had left.
Rys’s recovery scene and now Miri’s have both had comments on the impatience of the convalescent. I wonder if that’s at all influenced by the various dramas the authors have been having lately.