He’s not as considerate in bright light while leading the way through the forest. His pace is too fast, and he’s been mostly silent since I awoke. Last night, he barely looked my way, handed me a meal of stewed meat and bread, and left until it was pitch black outside and the fire was almost gone. Surprisingly good: stewed meat, hearty with root vegetables and gravy. He gave me the bed, a blanket, another tea, and left me once he piled the fire high again.
God knows what was in the brew, but I don’t remember anything until he woke me with a shake past dawn and half-dragged me out of bed to eat and get moving.
His impatience is deafening. His manner is colder than before, and I can feel it pulsing between us that he truly wants me gone and is looking for the fastest route to make it happe
