Section 3 B/A/A

 Kestrel sat down on her bed and dug the fingers of both hands deep into her hair. She should be crying, but she wasn't. She felt flat, tired. lost. Boron was gone. Anen was gone. She couldn't go back to the house, not today. In a little while, when she'd had some rest, she would write a letter to Mrs. Plover asking her to look out for it. If she did it now, she would make a mistake, say or do something wrong. She could afford that, not when she had already made such a large mistake already.