Sawtooth Spire wild kids

She picked up the dead goose and they set off for the river, Caracal pondering what she’d said. Although his entire head was now throbbing and his depth perception was shot to shit, the silent walk gave him the time to come up with the perfect witty comeback.

I do want to go traveling with you, he said when they arrived, slumping near the riverside and raising his voice to be heard over the current, but I want a divorce. You’re gonna have to go back by yourself and tell them I was murdered by a goose.

It was a joke, of course, but he didn’t think he’d be traveling anywhere for at least a little while, if Heda was right about the severity of his injury. Wherever he ended up convalescing, it wouldn’t be with Atautsikut. He felt riddled with guilt and relief in equal measure, realizing he had a built-in excuse not to go back at all.