When the new light of the next day had come about, Garril was still very stunned, and still in obvious pain. However, Tarja never seemed to actually notice his pain—if she did, she was just ignoring him. Now that Garril was feeling slightly better than he was yesterday, he worked up the courage to look outside to see where Tarja lived. Garril’s arm was feeling better; better than it was yesterday. He was sure he could definitely lift light things now. That day, Tarja was teaching Garril how to catch fish, and the boy was doing at least a decent job of it. “Tarja...” Her hand slipped. “No.” |}