Moonsong Glacier In Berlin

Relief flooded him when Ariadne made to depart. He wrestled down a smirk at the man's expense when he was named apple-eater, and managed to appear dignified by the time cloudwoman looked to him.

"I will watch over him," he assured her, misreading the look. He was happy enough to do so, settling easily beneath the pine tree he'd propped himself up against. "He will wake sick and thirsty in the night," he predicted. Dutch would be there to nudge him toward the stream, or to fetch water again if necessary.

Good with me!