I kicked the nearby wall with the toe of my boot, hard.

   Ezzie said, despondent.

  

   Ezzie said.

  I sighed and covered my face with both hands.

   Ezzie said.

   I said, though it obviously wasn’t. But pointing the finger at Ezzie wasn’t going to do either of us any good. I made my way over to the cookpot and queued up another round of stew, bringing my cooking skill up to three.

  

  I shrugged. I’d been really counting on that armor, and getting blanked on it made tomorrow’s invasion feel utterly, unspeakably hopeless.

  

  I pinched the bridge of my nose.

  Ezzie flinched through the link. <…what?> she said, in a quiet, wounded voice.

  

   she said. She paused and took a few deep breaths.

   I said, which was half-true at best.

   Ezzie said.

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  I chewed that over for a minute, searching for an angle that would let me get through to her, because I already had my own doubts and dealing with hers was pushing me way too close to the edge. I said.

  Ezzie sniffed, and I felt her nod through the link.

   I said.

   Ezzie said, trailing off.

  

   Ezzie said, morose.

  

   Ezzie said.

  

  

  I knew I had her then, because that argument was nonsense.

   Ezzie said, and she sounded so small that it hurt my heart.

  

  Ezzie was quiet for a long moment. Then she said:

  I scratched the back of my head. The nickname had just popped into my head.

   Ezzie said.

  

   Ezzie said.

  I nodded.

  

  <…yeah,> I said.

  

   I said. I sat down crosslegged in front of the cooking pot and started sipping from it with the huge ladle.

  

  

  

   I said, as I stirred the stew I’d made. I’d already gotten the well-fed buff, so I didn’t see any reason to keep eating. Didn’t have much of an appetite.

  

  I dropped the ladle into the pot.

  Ezzie hesitated.

  

   Ezzie said.