The silence settled between them again.
It was the comfortable kind of quiet, the sort that didn't need to be filled with talk about the war or the border or the people who wanted them dead.
Eris kept her head on his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart.
"Do you remember the night market in Solmire?" she asked suddenly.
Soren looked up at the ceiling. "I remember."
"You ran into me," she said. "And quickly confessed you weren't following."
"I did."
"Why?"
Soren paused. He was a man who usually kept his thoughts locked behind a heavy door, but here in the morning light, the door was open. He decided to be fully honest.
