“Forgive me for being so frank with you and putting you to the blush, Luke.” “I am not blushing!” Elliot peered in the gloom. “He’s definitely blushing,” he reported to the night air. “I’m just going to go wander into the undergrowth all alone,” Luke said in a flat voice. “If I’m lucky a warg might eat me. I hope so. Don’t come looking for me.” “Okay,” said Elliot. “Can I have your cloak before you go get eaten by a warg? I’m freezing.”
