North Node
“He’ll be fine. I was worried I might have given him a concussion, but they won’t know that until he opens his eyes.” He turned his eyes onto Kamkim, an easy smile landing on his face. “What about you, Kamnya? How’s the face?”
Kamnya? That was cute.
“Definitely been better.” Then, after removing the ice and prodding at the skin, he chuckled. “At least I’ll have a cool bruise. And I get to tell everyone about the crazy refugee who attacked me.”
Heila frowned. “Hey.” Kamkim turned to her. “We’re not all that bad.” He looked away just as quickly, although Heila thought she might have been able to see him blush. She leaned towards him, bumping him with her shoulder. “You want more bruises, Kamnya?”
“Careful,” Michil warned. “You’re forgetting that she’s friends with the crazy refugee who attacked you.”
“That’s right.” Heila lightly bumped his arm with her fist. “Say the wrong thing and pow.”
“Are you trying to make me look cool?”
“Look cool?” Michil interjected. He rolled his sleeve up to his elbow and flexed his bicep. He shot the two of them a cheesy, cocky grin. “If you wanted bruises all you ever have to do is ask.”













