galvarelli/calvin-is-rescued.txt

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Chief joined Jod and Omig at Rowena's table.
The night's sleep had been helpful, at least to Chief, but waking up this early was less pleasant.
―How are both of you?
Jod grumbled a bit, which found oddly reassuring.
Omig just stared ahead vacantly.
―Yeah, me too.
Rowena brought them some tea, and sat down as well.
―Are we waiting for Brother Kab? Jod asked.
―No, I think it's best we let him rest longer.
Jod nodded, oddly sympathetically.
―Rowena, I cannot thank you enough for your help, Chief continued.
But you should go back to bed.
We'll be gone soon, and you can have your home back.
―My son did this, Chief.
If he's not going to fix this, I'll have to do it.
Besides, I owe it to President Calvin.
―What do you mean?
―When I'd just gotten married, and Bov and I were looking to adopt, it wasn't possible for non-yaks to adopt a yak.
They said that because we didn't have the stone hooves, we couldn't be good parents.
We weren't good enough to raise one of the yaks.
And I'd already met little Kral as a calf, sweetest eyes.
Calvin was young then, just rising up in local government.
When he heard about us he put himself on the line to fight for our right to adopt a yak.
It wasn't popular, even among the city yaks here in the Haven.
But Calvin didn't care, he risked the poor polling.
If there's a chance he's still alive, somehow...
Raising Kral is the best thing that's happened to me, and even with all of this, I still want to thank the man that made it possible.
―And does your husband know you're coming with us?
He's okay with you taking the risk?
Rowena smiled.
―It's nothing compared to the risks he's taking.
He's going to try to talk to Kral at Havenmount.
Sorry he didn't tell you, he wanted to leave as soon as you fell asleep last night.
―Damn.
We should move quickly then.
―Brother Jod, you and I can work on the Chart.
Omig, are you okay?
Omig looked over, still blank, and only seemed to half respond.
―I'll be ready Chief.
It's just a lot.
―I know, Sister Omig.
I'm sorry that you have to be in this position.
Go back and get a bit more rest, if you need it.
I suspect we'll need you to be as ready as possible.