The concept of being anchored sounded appealing, as much as Edan wasn't about to admit that. She'd not felt anchored since her brother had died. Her eyes ticked away from the conversation, as if someone else might be there to weigh in on what Wu had said, but he wasn't there.
"Are you doubting that I can't work hard?" Edan asked, catching the humor and finding a smile of her own. She was still pale, but feeling less shaking. At least she wasn't thinking about what had happened as actively as she had been before.