Quickly

Andrev awoke to find Rastaban tending a fire and roasting a rabbit on a spit. He blinked and rubbed his eyes.

“When did you hunt?”

“While you slept,” Rastaban said.

“It’s early yet. The sun barely shines.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” Rastaban said. “Eat. We seek animals today.”

“Animals to use as weapons against Kir and Savva for killing Dalinor?”

Rastaban’s gaze shifted away, and Andrev sensed unease in him, possibly deception.

“You think Dalinor survived?”

“Perhaps,” Rastaban said. He took a deep breath. “When you were injured as a child, did you heal quickly? More quickly than others? Unnaturally quickly?”