Mauve closed her eyes as she tried to get some sleep. The meal she had gotten had been fresh and nothing dried.
She figured they were packed just as she left the tavern inn. She wondered who was in charge of that. She could see Galath doing it.
She hoped the guards that had brought her all the way to the last village were fine. They were probably already on their way back to the castle. She doubted they would be in trouble, the person who would be would be Malcolm.
She felt Jael press his nose against the back of her head and take a deep breath. His gesture wiped her worried thoughts away.
He pulled her closer to himself and carefully placed an arm underneath her. "I know I'm not the softest thing to lay on but I'd like to think I do better than this hard floor."
His voice sounded muffled as he spoke into her hair. He didn't give her a chance to respond as he used his free hand to adjust her until most of her body was on him.
