“Ethan,” I said as I walked into his tent.

He was sitting on his makeshift desk, looking at the reports and making marks on a map. It had been a few days since we’d talked about anything substantial.

“Rosalie? Is everything okay?“ he asked, hopping up with a worried look on his face.

“I’m okay, but I have some news and I figured you should know.”

He put aside what he was doing, paused for a moment, and asked tentatively, ...