“Also,” he said with a hitch, “engaging in such intimate activities would be unwise when the horses likely will not be waiting for us when we emerge from the karsts.” Amma’s body sank into the blankets, exhaustion sweeping over her. “What’s that got to do with anything?” “If I do to you what you want me to do, you’re not going to be able to walk for at least a week, and I’m not carrying you through The Wilds.” “Is that supposed to be discouraging?”
