Elina let out a small sigh and looked at the resting figure of Tommen. "He's young, he probably still has his misgivings, Can't blame him for that, especially after everything that's happened. Whatever is bothering him will likely pass." She pulled her blanket tighter around her shoulders and closed her eyes. "But you don't have to worry about Ivan. He knows what he's doing, I think."
Roan grunted in response, shifting his gaze away from Elina. He stared at the night sky and hoped that the next day's climb through the mountains wouldn't break the fragile trust holding the group together.
***
At dawn, the group woke to the harsh bite of the cold mountain air. Their breath came in misty puffs as they broke camp. Irene, the youngest of the group, shivered uncontrollably as Elina helped her into a thicker cloak.
