One by one, they wandered away to return to their daily routines until only Rhiannon, Violet, Orrin, Hamish, Travis, and Rhys remained near the hearth. Hamish and Travis sat at a table to the side the hearth, keeping watch as they always did. Rhiannon had to admit that in Camden's absence, the warriors' presence made her feel more at ease. They would protect her and Violet should something happen. Violet yawned. She tugged on one of her long golden curls, pulling it straight, then releasing it to watch it spring back to its original shape. The others waited. And waited. "How long will this miracle take?" Rhiannon asked, growing restless. "He was almost dead," Orrin said, stretching his legs before him as he lounged on a bench that he'd dragged near the fire. When the man did not revive right away, they had arranged for a pallet to be brought for his bed. He lay silently against the heather stuffed ticking. Despite the fact that the grayness had vanished from his face and his bleeding had stopped, Rhiannon was amazed the man yet lived.
