Cael burst through the cave entrance like something was chasing him.
His eyes scanned the space immediately, moving fast, searching for something specific. When his gaze landed on Neve sitting by the fire with dried meat in his hand, his entire body seemed to relax for a split second.
Then he moved.
Neve barely had time to wave his free hand in greeting before Cael was there, lifting him off the ground like he weighed nothing at all.
The dried meat fell.
It hit the stone floor, and Neve almost cried for it. But then he felt Cael's shoulders shaking and forgot about the meat entirely.
"I thought something bad happened to you," Cael said. His voice was rough, like he had been running hard or shouting or both.
"What? What do you mean?" Neve asked, trying to make sense of where this was coming from. "I'm perfectly fine."
