-Death's Grove-
They sat on the trunk after their lunch, sitting in silence and watching the water run by.
"Do you think they are still in Bleakbay?" Reqiel broke the silence when he could speak again without losing his breath.
A mask fell over his face at that question, "Most likely, it's best we stay here till tomorrow. I'll roast you more fish if you get hungry," He added with mirth, the dark shadow that had fallen over his face passing.
Reqiel groaned in disapproval and adjusted on the trunk, uncomfortable. He had picked up on Andras' mood change and couldn't help but worry. Anyone would be upset if another person insisted on joining their journey only to cause them to be hunted down by authorities; And although Andras had never mentioned it or tried to get rid of him again, it ate him from the inside.
