Melinda already knew that she wasn’t exactly a strong spectator, and she would never try to claim that she wasn’t scared for Viktor when he was up there, even if he was the strongest flier she knew. Maybe it was silly, but she preferred to fear for him rather than not care if anything ever went wrong up there.
Leaning back in her own chair, Melinda let the pedicurist lower her feet into the water. “Are you?” she asked, turning slightly to look at Gen. “Open to warming up to it, I mean.”