*Sage*

Fynn brought supper back to the tent. I should have gone out with him, sat with the others around the fire, and talked about battle or the weather, or whatever they liked to talk about. I didn't though. I stayed collapsed on the bed for a little while longer, wondering what in the world I was really doing.

"Whose turn was it to make dinner tonight?" I asked as Fynn handed me another bowl of stew. Today, at least, there was bread to go with it. That was a ...