Arrow Lake we are the ones who will never be broken

His insistence at walking with her did not surprise the silver healer. Doe-eyes glanced up at him, amusement alight before she shrugged. “My pretty face thanks your pretty face for acting as a blockade.”

And his shoulder—the guy had some heft when he had tossed her out of danger like she was nothing more than a pup. Willow-y in nature as it was, Meadow did surmise she could use to gain some more muscle and weight. Perhaps, when she had time to slow down, she would stop burning the calories she did.

Scooping up her possessions, she was like a kid at Christmas, giddy to harvest what she had found and eager to see if any of it would assist her youngest charge. Still, despite the lightness of her steps, she tried to slow down, not wishing to rush Reyson along, knowing he would never complain, even if a faster pace would hurt his shoulder and side.