Letting his hands fall to his sides, he storms off to the stables. The door slams so hard behind him, dirt and dust fall from the ceiling. Everyone stays quiet.
Caleb grunts, arching an eyebrow, and then raises his eyebrows. He walks up to Sarah, grinning.
Sarah shivers and stares at the floor. She cuts her eyes at him, snarling.
Caleb stops, leaning his head back, and extends his hand to the stair railings. “After yaouw.” He smirks.
Sarah glares at Boris, frowning, and stomps down the stairs.
Caleb follows right on her heels.
Sarah removes her bow and cloak. Setting her bow and arrows against the wall, she throws her cloak on the bed against the far wall. She sits on the edge of that bed, letting her feet dangle. Silence tries to wiggle its way around them. Cutting her eyes at him,
