Lost Creek Hollow The humbling river

She came to him, her nose cool against his cheek. Atreus pulled away from it without thinking. He exhaled through his own nose, adjusting his weight a little. Everything was still very tender, so he tried not to move too much.

Do you have a scout here? Someone who could send a message for me? Atreus wondered. I know it’s a lot to ask on top of everything else. But my sister is the only reason I have to live. I don’t want her to wonder where I am or worry about me.