“That’s not exactly what I meant, but we can do that too,” I venture, grinning when the smile is momentarily wiped off his face. His dark eyes assess my mood and state, the muscle in my jaw is jumping. His hand rests on my cheek, an action that I have become accustomed to, checking my temperature. I’m much cooler now. “What are you thinking about instead of sleeping?”
“I was thinking that maybe we should stay here an extra day so you and Lyva can rest before we start for Ylve Loupe. It’s going to be a long journey, and you're both exhausted. I would rather stay a day than have you get any sicker.” He leans forward, and rests his head against mine, shielding his eyes from me.
It’s a trick he uses when he doesn’t want me to see his expression.
“I’m not that sick, but it’s not a bad idea.
