Althea failed spectacularly at that.

Once Melva seemed slightly less miserable, Gavriel turned his attention back to Althea, his expression softening again. “How are you feeling now?”

She rolled her shoulders, testing her balance. “Better. A little strange, but not dizzy.”

“Good.” His hand hovered near her waist, not quite touching. “If it worsens, we can go inside the cabin. You should rest if your body needs it.”

Her heart skipped in a way she hadn’t quite learned how to ...