“Suit yourself,” Crow shrugged. “But I’ll have you know, I’m an excellent hugger. You’re missing out.” He yawned again and laid down next to Penelope, resting his head on his arm and watching the embers burn in the fireplace. The tranquil scene reminded him of the quiet nights he used to spend with his mother before she passed away. Those days during his childhood had been so relaxing. Ever since he had gone out on his own, he had been forced to sleep with one eye open, since there were many people who would have liked to see him dead or imprisoned. In fact, it had been so long since he had last let himself sleep deeply that he had forgotten what it felt like. He closed his eyes. With the comforting glow of the fire and security of Penelope’s company, he was almost tempted to try it.

Soon, he heard the sound of footsteps behind them and rolled over to see that William had returned. “Unfortunately for you,” the knight grumbled. “Abraxas left our supplies in the wagon, so you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find a change of clothes. For now, you can just sit by the fire and pray to whatever gods you believe in that you don’t catch a fever.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” Crow sighed. “The gods don’t seem to side with me very much as of late. I think I must have done something to offend them, because they keep forcing me to endure your annoying company.”

William curled his lip, “If anyone has a right to complain about annoying company, it’s Penelope.” He turned to his comrade. “I can take over your watch of the thief tonight. Go get some sleep for the trip tomorrow. We won’t be slowing down for anyone, so you should try to rest while you still have the chance.”