Liz is not a popular figure. Liz doesn’t care.
Some time later after Vix had been comforted appropriately and the embers of the fire had died down leaving most of the group slumbering nearby, Liz alone was left awake.
She was standing at the mouth of the cave gazing up into the stars when Alya’s fingers slid through her hair from behind. The witch gently drew Liz’s head back so she was forced to look upwards and backwards.
“That was not nice,” Ayla said mildly, giving Liz’s hair a little tug.
In spite of her uncomfortable arched position, a slow smile spread over Liz’s face and a little twinkle established itself firmly in her eye. “What wasn’t?”
“What you did to Vix.”
“I didn’t do anything to Vix.”