She paused just inside the entrance, looking around. Everything was in perfect order, untouched. Of course, she didn’t think he’d even been inside it since they’d returned to camp. Garith had naturally had it set up for him when they made camp, but it was nearly dawn, and neither of them had yet had a chance to sleep. She contemplated going to check on Jessa, but hopefully by now the girl was getting some sleep. The servants tending to Jessa promised Emariya they’d fetch her if needed. They said a heavy dose of mead would do her wonders. Once Emariya slept herself, she would go check on her. Her own exhaustion became more evident by the moment. Avoiding it any longer wasn’t possible. Emariya rubbed at her eyes, trying to push sleep away. It was sweet of Torian to offer her his tent. She loved that since they departed Castle Ahlen, among all the things she needed to worry about, propriety hadn’t been on the list. Her proper lady’s shoes had broken soles, had been beaten, battered, and tossed aside—at least until they got to Sheas Harbor.
