We spend the next two days traveling. We make it out of Portia within about six hours, then cross into a thick, dense wood, passing nothing more than a handful of elves for the next day and a half. We don’t stop to make camp, having rested up plenty in Portia; instead, we talk.
Specifically, I talk—to Lana.
Well, how could I not? Ever since learning what Captain Douche Bag—sorry; Sir Kenton—did to her, I've felt overwhelmingly bad for her. I'm sure the last thing she wants is my pity, but she has it, anyway.
I have no idea what to say to her the first time I approach her. I feel all eyes on me from the moment I coax Archie over toward Max; it’s the first time either Lana or I has approached the other since the journey started. When I finally reach her, she looks at me incredulously, wai
