A Shared Tent (Unfortunately)

“You’re staring,” Maren said. “I’m assessing,” said Isadora. “You’re assessing my mouth.” “It’s said a great many foolish things. It bears watching.”

The inn had one room left. Of course it did.

By the third day they had stopped arguing about the route and started arguing about everything else, which was, Isadora suspected, worse.

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In the morning, there was a second cup of tea beside her bedroll, made exactly how she liked it. Neither of them mentioned it.

She did not reach for Maren’s hand when the bridge swayed. Their hands simply happened to be in the same place, which was a coincidence, and would not be discussed.

“If you are going to kidnap me,” said Isadora, “you might at least have brought a better horse.”