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My clothes were hanging on a makeshift line near the warmth of the fire. Benyst was pointedly avoiding it while he busied himself with cooking. There were now three chairs around the fire. I fell into the nearest one, and Benyst had a beer in my hand before I had a chance to ask. I chugged it. Well, I swallowed a lot really fast; I got nowhere near the bottom.
“Your stuff’s over there.” Benyst looked me in the eye and nodded to his cot. My bag and bat were on it. I nodded a silent thank you. Noiryn spoke as she adjusted the clothesline.
“Your clothes should be dry soon. I have your socks if you want them.” I put down my beer.
“That was quick.” She tossed me the socks.
I know it sounds silly but having clean socks at that moment was unreal. Noiryn had made them incredib
