They traveled long and hard without stopping. Without their things from when they began their journey, it was starting to feel much like how it started for them, running for their lives with nothing but the clothes on their backs and the will to survive.
Thane pushed their horse to its limits everyday and let it rest during the night. He would gather firewood and Nera would try and catch food. Little to no words were said.
He didn’t complain or comment, knowing how hard it was for her. She slept alone too, far away from him. Which bothered Thane much more than it should have. Again, he didn’t push, giving her time.
Night after night, he stared at Nera’s back wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and provide her with the comfort that she needed but what surprised him was
