Vius seemed to be in better health after his rest. Dark eyes were clear and aware as he looked at Einith and Tae, intent and suspicious. Tae untangled his arm from Einith’s after a moment under the heavy weight of those eyes and went to his messy bedroll.
Unsettled by that look from the elven Archmage, Einith carried on with the business of the morning meal, tossing oats into the boiling pot. Plain, but hearty.
The quiet murmur of conversation picked up, the unfamiliar voice after so long of just him and his companions made his skin prickle with warning. A soft touch to his shoulder forced his attention away from the talk on the other side of the clearing and up to Tae’s unearthly eyes.
“Here,” he whispered and held out a small leather pouch.
Einith pulled the top apart and the scent o
