The cloth hit Zhi in the face, and she let go of Jager's wrist. The cloth dropped to her lap. She watched him. For once, she didn't have anything else to say. Scratch that: she didn't have anything she wanted to say. She got off the bed instead, limped to the mirror, and started wiping.
"I owe ye one," she said, stiff and uncomfortable. "But I need another favor."
"I owe ye one," she said, stiff and uncomfortable. "But I need another favor."
