It was late when Jorick returned. Katelina asked him for details, but he only told her that he'd followed the Executioners until they left town, and not to worry. Despite those words, his thoughts were full of darkness and apprehension, though he refused to say why. As dawn approached she gave up and went to sleep, doing her best to ignore his still form in the chair across the room.
When Katelina woke, sunlight leaked around the edges of the curtain and the stack of dressers. She rolled over to find Jorick in bed next to her, perfectly still. All the comfort of another body, without the inconveniences. His eyes were closed and his dark lashes curled against his pale cheeks, but he didn't look peaceful. His brow was creased and his mouth was pressed in a tight line that betrayed his anxie
