It’s the night before they leave when she hears the knock on her door. She opens it.
“Zolf!” Azu smiles. “Hello, is there anything—”
Zolf cuts in, voice raspy, “You said I could talk to you about— about Sasha?”
He’s wringing his wrist while he says it. Azu takes in his red-rimmed eyes and thinks, Sasha. Oh, Zolf. She softens. “Of course.” She opens the door wider, stepping aside. “Do come in.”
“Ah,” Zolf says. “I was thinking we could go to the coast?”
ft. zolf, azu, and a talk about a lot of things.