"Is that what you call it?" Nastasia snorted. "You became distant. Silent. You went on duty, and everything stopped. Karen even stopped asking to see my knives."
Karen meeped and jumped on Nastasia. "I forgot about the sharps! Damn it, I forgot about the sharps." She buried her face in Nastasia's neck, and Leyla would have said something, but Nastasia pulled her close. "I'm sorry. Work messes with my brain."
Leyla sighed. "I'm starting to think it messes with all our brains."
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4,300 words done on The Last Lady of Lună. Gonna take that nap, but may come back and do more later.