Olivia’s POV
“Are you sure about this?” Garrick asked, tightening the strap of his worn satchel.
I nodded weakly. "You've done enough. I can walk from here."
He eyed me skeptically. “You can barely stand, Liv.”
“I’ll manage.”
Ryn snorted behind him. “She’s going to drop dead before she hits the border.”
“Ryn… what…”
Garrick turned to him.
“Do you really think I'm that dumb, you have your reason for not talking and I'll respect that.”
“Thank you,” I smiled faintly. “Still more polite than you’ll ever be.”
Garrick chuckled. “She’s got spirit, I’ll give her that.”
“Spirit does not keep you alive,” Ryn muttered.
“Neither does excessive talk,” I shot back and Garrick really laughed.
“Neither does talking too much,” I shot back, and Garrick actually laughed.
“Alright, that’s enough
