Damen found that he had caught Laurent’s arm, and was holding him back. ‘Wait. It’s too exposed. You stand out, in this light. Your mousy hair’s like a beacon.’ Wordlessly, Laurent pulled Volo’s woollen cap from his belt. Damen felt it then, the first dizzy edge of new emotion, and he let go his hold of Laurent like a man fearing a precipice; and yet was helpless.
