The fire was going well, and Süke had adjusted something inside his coat twice since sitting down.
Köge, sitting across from him without looking up from the coals, said, "You've checked it twice."
"I'm keeping track of it," Süke said.
"Stop touching it in front of the camp."
Arsu had been watching this with a particular worry on his face that had been there since before the fire was lit. "If they find us," he said, "they take a hand from each of us. I'd end up with the one that's already fucked and they'd take it too."
"Nobody's finding anything," Süke said.
"If you stop fidgeting with it."
"Shut up."
From his position near the fire, where he had not moved since sitting down, Yasa said, "The distribution riders are still making their rounds." He said it without inflection, adjusting the wounds on his body. "I saw two of them near the north camp when we came through."
"They're checking supply loads," Süke snorted. "They're not looking under a man's coat."
