"Alive."
Her shoulders slump in relief. She's been intensely worried about her sister, but helpless to do much about it. She's been careful not to bring it up often, knowing I had to bring the city under order before I could go searching for her kin. The wait has taken a toll.
"I invited her into the city, but she's refusing to leave the refugee encampment. She's hunkered down in Old Tucson with some of her people." I try to keep the worst of it from her, but Taran is intelligent and intuitive.
"And the Primitives?"
I don't want to lie to Taran, but I also don't want to upset my very pregnant wife when she's so close to giving birth. I stand next to her and run my hand down her back, pressing my fingers into the spot just above her ass where she seems to get the sorest.
"They're attacking the encampment," I tell her bluntly. "A group of the refugees are holding a line on the front." I don't tell her that Skye is also fighting on the front.