Dearne sat in Will’s kitchen, dressed in Will’s clothes, tucking into Will’s roasted rabbit. It was delicious, and he felt as though he actually had the strength to eat it.
“You are a good cook,” he said.
Will just nodded and continued eating. He ate methodically and with concentration. He had strong hands. Rough and calloused from hard work and he knew from experience the strength in his arms. He was something of a conundrum. There was a quiet intelligence about him, and something almost elegant. He wasn’t what one usually found managing a small estate in the middle of nowhere. Now his head was beginning to feel a little clearer, and his first consideration was not survival, he found himself with a whole host of unanswered questions.
They ate the rest of the meal in silence, and then W
