The first real argument after the cull gate was not about the yard, the net, or the men now bleeding under Grimridge's roof.
It was about where Sable would be examined.
Cassian wanted the healer. Sable did not argue with that. The deeper ache through her back had not eased since the race, and the quiet after the child's last hard movement sat too heavily in her body to be ignored out of stubbornness alone. What she did argue with was the room.
"No private chamber," she said.
