Done with edits for the day. Only 2000 words, but progress counts.

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"We will have enough for now, that is certain. For the future? I am not a clerk to know numbers that complicated."
Ey looked around. At Lefeng and the silent-one, laughing together, free briefly from the stillness of their losses. In the garden, which Tsouchm dreaded working in, Chestef crouched down, watching Chotaikytsai point something out on the stem of some plant or other. What would their future be? What currents – good and bad – would it bring?
"We must save some," Ey murmured.
Kolchais shook eir head. "What did you say?"
Tsouchm cleared eir throat. "I said, child of mine, that we must save some. Some of the money should be set aside for the future."