I didn't allow myself so much as a flicker of reaction, though my heart slammed against my ribs hard enough that I feared Caspian might hear it.
"Something wrong?" I asked, keeping my voice bored, faintly irritated, the tone of a woman too exhausted to care about anything beyond my own discomfort.
Caspian's gaze lingered on the tree line a moment longer, narrowed and calculating, before he shook his head slowly, though the suspicion didn't fully clear from his expression. "I thought I saw movement. Probably a deer." He offered a thin smile that didn't reach his eyes. "The border forests are thick with wildlife this time of year, or so I'm told."
"Or bandits," I said, letting a tremor of genuine exhaustion color the words, drawing his attention firmly back toward me rather than the shado
