Nathan didn't wait for an invitation.
The moment the carriage door was open he stepped up and ducked inside, moving past the threshold before anyone had processed what he was doing, and dropped onto the cushioned seat along the left wall with complete ease. He settled back, stretched one arm along the seatback, and looked out the window at the southern road continuing ahead.
The cushion was soft. After two full days of running and walking at a pace that had blurred the road beneath him, the cushion was very soft. He appreciated it without showing it.
Behind him, the silence had weight.
"You—!"
