Several hours passed in relative quiet. Lorne drifted in and out of consciousness, occasionally opening his eyes and sipping water. He’d thank her with a cracked moan or grunt and then drift away. Andra managed to get him to swallow a few more of her medicinal tablets and took a few herself. Kendrick kept an eye on her but discerned nothing further from her behavior. He decided to try again. “Lass, what can you tell me about yourself that might help me understand how we found you alone in the wilderness?” Her cheeks puffed and she blew out a frustrated gust of air. “Honestly, I wish I could explain that to myself but I simply can’t.” She paused and lifted a cup, “I’ve made some tea with a spot of whisky for Lorne. Would you care for a cup?” “You’re changing the subject, Andra. And where did you acquire this tea?” “No. I’m not changing the subject. I brought a small amount of tea with me, and frankly, there is precious little of it left.
