No, Lor definitely couldn't be trusted to cook. Chopping was a different matter. Flick continued to work with the meat, his own expression a mixture of a scowl and forlorn longing. Cartilage, bone and fat went into different piles. Maybe they could make a stew later.

" I hate being afraid all the time. I hate wondering if that har over there is going smiling at us just to be polite or if he's secretly planning on raiding our boat and dragging us away. I hate worrying about our safety and Lee's and Mima's."

The Sarock chopped at the meat with more force than than he needed too, before looking up at his chesnari. "Sorry. I just....needed to get that out. It's not like we have a choice."