I even care about you. Manon scowled as she turned in her sleep, wedged between Asterin and Sorrel. Only hours remained until they were to move out—to head to Eyllwe and whatever force might be waiting to ally with the Crochans. And in need of help. Caring doesn’t make you weak. The king was a fool. Little more than a boy. What did he know of anything? Still the words burrowed under her skin, her bones. Is it so bad, to care? She didn’t know. Didn’t want to know.
