*Sage*

It was a week after the incident with Evangeline that Fynn woke me up early.

"Come on, get up," he urged, a hint of genuine excitement in his voice.

I scrubbed the sleep out of my eyes and attempted to look him in the face. It was early, dark enough in the tent that I was having trouble seeing him at all. I sat up, dragging myself into the cold morning air. He at least had a new set of clothes delivered so that I had some more weather-appropriate ...