It's not bad, being pulled along by him, even if she'd rather they walked along the traps they'd set, or maybe out to the village. It feels safe.

"Are you sorry?" she asks, lowering herself to one of the bedrolls. Her vision swims for a moment, her head starting to ache all over again. Did I just ignore this when I woke up? She's starting to feel so much worse than she did before, and she can't remember how that descent began. "You could start with that."