“Oh. Alright.” Leena tried to brush off her disappointment with limited success, wilting visibly the longer she considered the hour and the innkeep’s stew. The bottom of the common pot was likely burned. She turned her tired smile to the crude knife, wondering if that too was for her. Rahse surely had finer things, from long before she and Frost had disrupted his life.
It would be nice to have a weapon of her own. Even if she didn’t know how to do much with it besides gut fish and slice up vegetables.
“Okay. Sleep for dinner it is.” She stuck out her tongue, knowing she’d take that back in a little while. Even if the stew was disgusting slop. Say one thing for working in the Frost family’s kitchens, there had always been plenty to eat. Life on the run was an adjustment, to be sure.
“I don’t know. A little bit, maybe?” A few moments here and there before jerking awake. She wasn’t sure that really counted. It didn’t feel as if she’d rested. Leena set the moccasins aside and scooched back to the far side of the narrow bed, laying on her side to watch Rahse. Perhaps she was reading too much into it. If he was unusually quiet, there were plenty of obvious causes that she’d no need to dig for.
“Where do we go now?” Any Free Marches citystate might have ties to the Frosts. They’d have to go further than that. The thought was daunting, beyond anything she’d ever known.
But there were stories. Arlathan, for one. The ancient city of the elves.
Or would Bastien expect them to flee north? Leena reached over to squeeze Rahse’s hand.
It would be nice to have a weapon of her own. Even if she didn’t know how to do much with it besides gut fish and slice up vegetables.
“Okay. Sleep for dinner it is.” She stuck out her tongue, knowing she’d take that back in a little while. Even if the stew was disgusting slop. Say one thing for working in the Frost family’s kitchens, there had always been plenty to eat. Life on the run was an adjustment, to be sure.
“I don’t know. A little bit, maybe?” A few moments here and there before jerking awake. She wasn’t sure that really counted. It didn’t feel as if she’d rested. Leena set the moccasins aside and scooched back to the far side of the narrow bed, laying on her side to watch Rahse. Perhaps she was reading too much into it. If he was unusually quiet, there were plenty of obvious causes that she’d no need to dig for.
“Where do we go now?” Any Free Marches citystate might have ties to the Frosts. They’d have to go further than that. The thought was daunting, beyond anything she’d ever known.
But there were stories. Arlathan, for one. The ancient city of the elves.
Or would Bastien expect them to flee north? Leena reached over to squeeze Rahse’s hand.
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