Hideaway Strath Don't you know I'm no good for you?

When Kynareth had the bright idea of letting Simmik stretch her legs for a few hours, he didn't think he'd be put in charge of it.
He wanted to go out today, to take the pack to Kingslend.
But that will have to wait now.

He trailed after the moody woman. She wasn't trying to escape.
Well, not in a hurry yet anyway.
No, she slid down on the riverbank, looking out.
Derg saw down, narrowing his eyes at her.
For god's sake.

"Maybe you should try running." He grinned. It was a cruel jest, he admitted that. But anything was better than watching her just do nothing about the situation.
"That's what most captives try to do."
Even if they were injured.