The first thing that Rafael saw upon his return was the mountain of thornhound carcasses that lined the camp grounds. Several of Orion's men were busying about, some preparing the meat while others reloading supplies onto the back of the carriage.
As he approached the campfire, Rafael frowned. Orion sat right in front of the open flame, skewers of meat in his hand as Elowyn sat by his side. He lovingly flew on a freshly grilled skewer before handing it to Elowyn, watching as she ate the food with adoration in her eyes.
"Sir Ralph!" Elowyn greeted, brightening as she raised a hand to wave.
As she did, Orion reached over and wiped a bit of the grease off the corner of her lips, lightly chastising her in a tone Rafael could not hear. She merely smiled sheepishly before adjusting her dress, but the warm smile on her face did not disappear for a second.
