“Saints,” she murmured. “And there’s no time for me to change? I smell Ike horse.” And yet, even as she said that, Alina knew that Fedyor, of all people, would have offered that if General Kirigan had been. Anything less than demanding.
As they moved, she tried to tug everything more into place, doing her best to smooth her hair down so that she looked a bit less rumpled by the time they entered his rooms. Alina stepped forward, looking a bit guilty. If anything, she only hoped that the General interpreted it as her shame at being caught taking advantage of Fedyor’s kindness by riding.