The Crow and the Cup (гет)

She pulled back her right sleeve, showing him the tattoo that was still healing on the inside of her arm just below the elbow. She heard him catch his breath.
“The crow and cup,” he searched her face. “Why now?” It was customary for every member of the Dregs to get the tattoo to prove their loyalty and to show rivals that they were protected by the gang. Kaz had never forced one on her, one of his first kindnesses back when she had known so few.
“To remind me of home when I’m away.”
He tilted his head slightly. “Ketterdam?” He sounded surprised.
“For the Suli, home isn’t a place, it’s the people.”
“Us?” he queried, the flick of his eyes indicating the whole of the room.
“You, Kaz.”