Adam straightened, wincing slightly as his still-healing body protested the movement. He turned to Orion, placing a hand over his heart—the same gesture of sincerity he'd used before.
"We should go. Thank you—for everything. The healing, the answers, the..." He glanced down at where the dragon mark now rested beneath his bandages. "The trust."
Orion inclined his head, golden eyes thoughtful. "There is no need to rush. Your wounds have not fully regenerated. Another day of rest would—"
"No." Adam's voice was firm, though not unkind. "We can't wait. Every hour we delay, something could happen to them." He met Orion's gaze. "I appreciate your concern. But I can't rest while my companions is in danger."
Orion studied him for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "I understand. Then go with my blessing." He paused, then added, "And perhaps take the rabbit-deer with you. You will need sustenance for your journey."
