All right. And...can someone see about having the roof fixed?"
Matching grins broke out on Tolya's and Tamar's faces. "Can't we leave it that way for just a few days?"
"No," I laughed. "I don't want the whole thing craving in on us. Talk to the Fabrikators. They should know what to do." I ran my thumb over the raised ridge of flesh that ran the length of my palm. "But don't let them make it too perfect," I added. Scars made good reminders.

Author: Leigh Bardugo