Shaziri jumped and whirled around, her hand on her daggers before she realized what she was doing. Her hand was off just as quickly, and she relaxed as she gave Sandra an easy smile, "Just fine, thanks. Where'd you say the wash house was again?"
“Out around back…” she answered skeptically. “I’ll uh… I’ll get you a towel.”
Sandra went to their dresser and grabbed their spare towel. “Almost wish Owen was here,” she muttered. He was always better with emotions than she was. He could probably help Shay.
She hoped that he would know of a way to get her home too. She sort of doubted it- he would have excitedly told her everything if he’d found something like that- but still.
“You better be in Spallock, Try-Hard.”
She brought the towel back out to Shay, still muttering to herself.
"Thanks!" Shaziri said cheerfully, whipping the towel out of Sandra's hands, "Back in a flash."
Then she hurried away to the wash room, where she could hopefully brood (and maybe cry) in peace.
next morning
Sandra woke up early to get ready for Margaret’s return. She knew her mentor wouldn’t care that she was traveling; in fact, she’d be excited that it was to see Owen.
She put a pot of water on the stove for some oatmeal and coffee. “I’ll show you where to wait for me after breakfast,” she told Shay.