Wary But Grateful, Inscrutable

“What now?” Ciaran followed her.

“Light the cooking fire and then sleep when you can. Who knows when you’ll get the chance to sleep next.” Brenna cast an inscrutable look over her shoulder, and then she headed into the trees.

Someone hollered Ciaran’s name again, and he hurried to answer it, because he was hungry, and cooking fires meant food.

He spotted Dolan and some of the farmers hunkered down on the edge of the camp, their wounds bandaged. They looked wary but grateful when a child offered them water. Ciaran started toward them, but they all looked at him.