Ares adjusted himself and then sat down beside the fire again.
I picked Gaella’s knife, my own knife, and the blanket that no longer smelled like my son out of the pile, then threw the rest of it onto the fire before I sat next to him.
I threw the blanket around my shoulders and rubbed my cheek against it, and Ares observed me from the corner of his eye.
“You should have let me replace that thing with something that doesn’t make you look like a savage. You can’t take it personally when I comment on your status if you’re going to shroud yourself in rags.”
I gripped it protectively and shrank a little smaller because I was scared he would whip it away from me and cast it into the fire.
“Not everything is about finery; this means something to me, and I am not leaving myself defenseless s
