~ HARTH ~
Back in the cave with all the wood collected, Harth watched as Tarkyn made them a meal in quick, efficient movements. He'd gotten very serious as they were carrying their finds back and hadn't stopped moving since they returned, building a fire in the back of the hollow against the rock wall, watching to make sure the draw on the chimney was right and the smoke wouldn't fill the cave, then showing her the cupboard where he kept most of the utensils and pots.
It was fascinating to see the soldier in him—fast, efficient, task-driven, and satisfied by a job well done—come to life. And yet, his brow remained furrowed, and his breath a fraction quick.
Had something happened while they were out gathering the wood? Or was he just remembering what they'd left behind with the Queen and the events of that day?