Deepwood Weald tropicalis

As much as he trusted this denial, Dutch still struggled to see her true motivation for leaving. Was it only that she felt out of place? That she felt a stronger bond to Cen than to himself? He was relieved, in a way. At least it was not anger that chased her someplace else. Perhaps it would leave room for thoughts of home, and if and when her cousin proved inhospitable.

"I am glad, then," he said, his voice low and thoughtful. He watched her, brows furrowed in concern, and followed as she headed for the stream.

"You are a fine huntress," he agreed at once. She would bless any she chose to stand beside. If, of course, she could stand at all! "Are you feeling ill, bachchee?"