Chapter Twenty
Marl was anxious. Kal had Callista to train and mess with, and he was enjoying himself. Marl just had thoughts of the time lost running all over the land looking for Kal and now trying to find Elora.
He chopped wood. When there wasn’t any more to chop, he cleaned the stables. Next, he repaired a fence behind the cottage.
All the while, Raina watched the fire, hummed a tune, and asked him to join her. When he ran out of things to do, he sat down.
Kal had gone off to find a pint. Callista, worn from her morning of message sending, passed out in her bed.
“What are you brewing?” Marl asked.
“I’m making another batch of the balm Callista used on your burns. It’s handy stuff.”
“I’m sure we’ll need it,” he said, looking tired and worn down.
The silver witch was many things,
