It was, to be sure, an unusual request.
“The desert?” said Rhodes, flicking an ear. He had been sitting on the table, grooming himself. Their situation had improved considerably since they had slain the monster and come to the attention of the generals, and there had been some pressure to serve in a less disordered capacity, but thus far Sivain had resisted. He still wasn’t certain that conventional soldiering was something he wanted to commit to, even if he would be commanding. No,
especially if he was commanding. He didn't trust himself to be in charge of anyone else, even now.