Blackfoot Forest There's an art in life's distractions

Her thanks went in one ear and out the other. He'd never cared for the praise of others; not since Germanicus, which brought to mind a particular boulder and the toil it had wrought upon his body to be pushing it up a hill, endlessly.

Her promise to hunt was met with only a grunt, assenting to the agreement on her part, but not minding how long that took. She needed to recover and it wasn't as if Glaukos wasn't capable enough for the two of them, for now.

Rest. I will return. He said this as he began to march away from her, leaving her to settle however she wanted; and when he came back, it would be with a warm meal to keep her busy as he went on to patrol the area.