Moonspear now make room

They made their way into the open air, then stopped. Meerkat didn’t move away, still letting Quennell’s weight rest against her. She thought about how much time he’d spent convalescing. It seemed like he’d been recovering from one wound or another for months. No wonder he wanted to leave the healing den.

She looked at his face and felt alarm when she saw the tears. Without thinking, she nuzzled his cheek. It was no picnic, being an invalid. But Meerkat sensed there was something much wronger here than simply Quennell’s physical ailments.

Talk to me, Quen, she said softly.