25. Searching for CourageBranwyn stoked the ashes in the campfire, her arm heavy after the afternoon’s sparring.
“Someone else can cook tonight Branwyn,” said Signy. “Or we could all go down to the kitchens.”
Branwyn shook her head. “It’s ok. I like to cook.” It was the one thing she was good at, the one thing she could do without someone else having to instruct her. And it reminded her of home.
She made stew from the rabbits Andor had caught that morning and dished it out into bowls. It was a quiet meal time. No one said it, but they were all wondering what kept Tristan so long. Branwyn’s eyes flicked to his uneaten plate of food. Whenever she thought of him, a strange mixture of anticipation and fear bubbled inside her. She wished he would hurry back, but at the same time she was afra
