"Why is it that I claim you have been wrong at least once in your life and you demand proof?" Rune asked, more than a hint of amusement in his voice. "I'm not saying you're lying to me, Freja, I'm saying you could be wrong. The world wouldn't end if our saintly sister was wrong about something. I do believe she once told me that trees change color in autumn to please us rather than because they are dying." He felt himself grin. "And you were a child once. I remember it fondly. Children are often wrong." Himself included.
Rune nodded, pushing himself off the bed and stretching his hands up towards the ceiling, hearing a little crack in his back as he did so. It was a reminder that he hadn't yet been to the training yards yet. "Do you have to go straight to Rona this morning or could you come down to the yards? No one would say anything if you were with me."