Ivy
I slipped gently from Khason's embrace, but took his big, warm hand in mine, tugging him back over to the fire. He let me guide him down on to my now dry bedroll, and I placed bread and meat in his hands. He ate obediently, finishing off every bite. I felt no need to fill the silence, just settled beside him and nudged the least damp log into the embers, praying the lingering water wouldn’t extinguish the flames.
When he was finished, he made to stand. “I should let you rest.”
I frowned up at him. At his still soaking bedroll, piled on top of his pack. “Your stuff is still wet.”
He shrugged. “Whatever. It’s no big deal.”
“This fire is not going to last the night. You’ll be freezing.”
“I’ll be fine, worry wart.” He poked me in the forehead, and I swatted his hand away. The barest
