Herbalists' Cache Just dance; gonna be okay

the rain went on. lestan did not think they would be followed, but it was a bitter little twist of satisfaction to know the deluge would make it far more difficult. reverie's screaming almost shook his resolve, had darkened his gut.
could he keep her safe at all? anywhere?
he remained somber, leaving her and blossom to hunt. three hours' time turned up a single rabbit, which he carried back to their temporary shelter with no small feeling of guilt. "here," lestan said hoarsely, stepping away to shake out his pelt.
"it will take us about a week, perhaps more, to reach the sea," he measured, and he did not like being in the taiga at all. "unless we sleep less, travel more."