Thirty-Three
Grain
A cool hand touched his shoulder. Robin jerked and opened his eyes. A familiar face came into focus as the woman bent over him. A quick glance around the tent’s interior showed that, other than the two of them and , who remained nestled against him, they were alone. He couldn’t hear if anyone else was outside and wondered if the crowd had left after the fireworks were over.
held out a packet of orso. “Drink. You need to rehydrate.”
orso. He managed to raise himself up on one elbow and reached for the woman cuddled along his side. “.”
“She is resting. You also need to rest. But first, you need to drink.”
The woman’s pale eyes intently studied him. She gave him a hesitant smile, as if she wasn’t sure how to approach him. Robin took the pouch and sipped the contents.
