Swiftcurrent Creek you and i walk a fragile line

He woke at the sound of her footfall.

He withheld a low groan—biting the sound off before alerting Eshe of his continued misery… She worried over him—and when she came to view, his champagne eyes flickered over her, a quirk of his brow given—an attempt to appear as if he were rallying.

“Hi, you,” he murmured, pushing himself to a reclined seat within their den. His muscles ached—his head.

His heart.

“What’s it like out there today?”