You should go back to your camp. I snorted weakly. “We’re weeks away from the camp now. It’s just as dangerous for me to head back there on my own.” That stumped him. He faltered, hand and pencil poised over the page. I gave him a big, watery grin. “You’re stuck with me now.” Gloam stilled, then let out a fragile, amused sound, like he was scared to tempt fate by showing even a hint of happiness.
