I woke again with cramps stabbing my bladder. Without thinking, I sat up and pulled my shift over my head, feet swinging towards the floor.
“No, no,” Rolf caught me. “You’re not to walk today. Not until your feet are healed.”
I gritted my teeth, but let him help me outside. My feet weren’t so badly blistered that I couldn’t stand for a moment, but the moment I’d wiped myself clean, he swung me up to carry me back.
“Sage, you’re looking well.” Thorbjorn strode out of the forest, his own cheeks flushed. He stopped long enough to set a hand on the back of my neck and kissed my forehead. A hot feeling rushed through me and I averted my gaze, confused.
When I looked up again, both men were smiling at me. I had the feeling they were keeping a joke from me.
“What is it?” I asked, and couldn’
