Radeon finished the pills by midnight and used Campion's broad back as a temporary bed.
When the first thin light of dawn bled into the sky, he woke, ate a quick bowl of dried meat gruel, then slipped back into the camp on quiet feet.
He went to where Fay had taken the book and returned it to its place, neat and untouched, as if no one had ever breathed on it.
Fay woke an hour later feeling lighter, refreshed, happier, like something her body had held too tightly and finally released.
Then she sniffed and felt her ears burn. Her scent still lingered in the tent.
This was not a simple shelter. This was Radeon's armament.
For a moment she wondered if she should leave it alone and pretend she had never been in it.
Her mind, clearer now, refused.
She robed herself and looked at the bedding. It needed attention.
Fay took a clean cloth and started to work. First she opened the leather flaps and let the air move through.
