Vica hoped if Oren noticed that she and Constantine were sitting closer together that morning and occasionally murmuring things in confidence to each other, that he wouldn't make comment on it. And thankfully, he didn't, but the irritated glares he sent their way might be worse, she thought. Even as they gathered their things - Vica discreetly shook out Constantine's cloak that she had had to wash in the creek because of...reasons - Oren was looking peeved and dark and said not a word to her.
"Oren," she said finally when he threw her her bag and let it land in a heap at her feet. "Whatever you're angry about, leave it here. We don't have time for this."
"You don't have time for Constantine. He's been sitting there all morning waiting for you to change your mind."
"Well, I'm not going t
